[Verse 1:Dm3]
All my life I've been deprived
Wondering if I should have even strived
Thinkin' everything I lived was a lie
Sometimes I sit alone and cry wishin' I would die
Hopin' to be a better guy askin' why, why should I do this
Should I give up now?
If I disappear how?
Will my mind allow?
Wishin' I could let my anger out
That's what this rhymes about
If you don't like it you can turn this shit
But ill like to admit I come from a broken home
When I get home I decide to let my thoughts roam
Wanting to be left alone
Can anyone relate?
That all they get is hate
Wishin they could deflate
I had this one bitch say she wants my dreams to crash down on me
Well I'm sorry I'm not a failure like you want me to be
People often say I won't make it in life
But when I get the chance ill take it
Ha got people calling me wack
Sayin' I'm trying to be black
Telling me how to write my raps
But perhaps all they wanna do is see me collapse
But a message to them imma elapse them and run laps around them
Like there ain't nothin to it
[Verse 2: Dm3]
I remember when I was depressed always stressed never got a rest
I was on drugs had contact with different plugs
Am I proud? Hell no
Just know I was on cocaine and weed
But I never put a needle in a vein
I didn't write this to complain or to spit off the brain
I'm telling you how I was because you need to know who you're listening to
Yeah
You can call me a psychopath you can even laugh
But that's not changing who I am
This is my jam, not yours I'm tuning you haters out
Without a doubt I know you will keep trying to bring me down
Truth is I don't care make me look like a clown 'cause I'm white
It doesn't take a certain race to write a good song
Or a sense of right and wrong I guess these days that don't matter at all
When I stumble down and fall imma get back up still standing tall