Shit Show

[Verse 1]
Welcome to the shit show that’s become my gripe
That hopeless despair, I made her my wife
Welcome to the crypt hole where I dwell, this shit ain’t right
And now people feeding off my failures like fish gone ripe
Smell it in the atmosphere, tension cut with a knife like
All this time and I ain’t white
Enough for your eyes or maybe I ain’t liked
‘cause you judge me with the devil’s eyes and he ain’t my type
Trials and tribulations, smiles and strife
Grin and bear through oppression, an activist with a mic
‘cause I ain't got no pipe or enough of a pay check to bet on this fight
But I’m hoping my lights don’t go out tonight

[Hook]
Now I’m tired of complaining
It's pouring, it's raining
I’m scorned and I'm jaded
Ignored or I'm hated
What am I supposed to do with my life?
How am I supposed to move on?
Why do these clouds follow my mind?
How did I get so lost in these times?
This maze filled with weeds
I’m feeling incomplete
Now I’m holding me back
I’m roaming these tracks
Lord, cut me three slacks
So I can be back in my home
In my world, in my home
Instead of this shit show
Instead of this shit show

[Verse 2]
Picking up the pieces ain’t as easy as it seems
It’s like quantum physics thesis
Or like tryna prove Jesus
Impossible to breathe like the apnea of sleep
Less nights of the grieving
It's hard to believe this is me in the season of freezing winters
With no green in sight
Wish I may, wish I might
Gain the appetite to eat tonight
While they feast on their bed of lies and laugh at my plight
I clip the demons off my wings so I can take flight
These issues and attachments got me feeling like shit
Talking "lit" up on the radio but I’m alone and it’s dim
But I’d rather be solo and cold then baking in the fame glow
Life is more than just rainbows
Hope you enjoy the pain show

[Hook]
Now I’m tired of complaining
It's pouring, it's raining
I’m scorned and I'm jaded
Ignored or I'm hated
What am I supposed to do with my life?
How am I supposed to move on?
Why do these clouds follow my mind?
How did I get so lost in these times?
This maze filled with weeds
I’m feeling incomplete
Now I’m holding me back
I’m roaming these tracks
Lord, cut me three slacks
So I can be back in my home
In my world, in my home
Instead of this shit show
Instead of this shit show