Anxiety Attack

And lately I've been under stress
Smoking cess, still dealing with my cousin's death
He was one of the best people I'll ever know
So I'll never know why God chose to let him go
Shit, it's whatever, though
I'm still smoking til my chest explodes
Publicly letting my imperfections show
Fuck outside perception, I just need affection
But half the bitches in my city have a yeast infection
I might start slipping into deep depression
And fall victim to suicide when you least expect it
I got the lethal weapon underneath my pillow
A loaded pistol, I swear to God I'm going schizo
Frantic thoughts, sanity lost, you see me standing tall
On a skyscraper, finna do a cannon ball
Send a life saver, every night I pass out
On this lined paper, haters wanna laugh now
Bet they'll cry later, I'm slicing 'em like razors
Robbing all my nice neighbors equipped with a light-saber
And I need a hiatus from all of this bullshit
Packing full clips turning you faggots to Cool Whip
Cream is in my pockets even though I don't need it, I got it
Cause money's meaningless, I'm greedy for knowledge
Feeding my conscience, shawty wants this pole in her hole
The box in which she holds my soul, I got the key to unlock it
Guns cocked with all of my niggas who are obnoxious
In a mosh pit, oppositions is getting drop-kicked
Call a hot bitch anytime I need my cock licked
You niggas best to prepare for heat whenever I hock spit