This Life

This life i'm living is to motherfucking fake
This life i'm living it's just seems outta place
This life i'm living it does not
Sound very great
This life i'm living is a piece
Of shit i'm lame
This life i'm living
It is getting really plane
These days are getting
Hard I think I cannot contain
All of the voices in my head
Cause I begin to go insane

Everywhere I go I see
Nothin but fuckin evil
People treating others
Not equal thinking
That they feeble
Niggas flashing all this
Jewelry like it's something special
Motherfuckas needa know
That it ain't bout the money
Or the stupid gold
First of all we indigo
I just fell into a hole
Of depression
I'm leaning all my lessons
But someimes
I just feel like
Grabbing the Smith & Wesson
Damn

Wondering if my existence
Even fuckin matters
My soul is scattered
Across dimensions
I'm building tension
Inside of my brain
Cause I over thinking
Everything
Anxiety just takes a hold of me
My heart is beating rapidly
I cannot fuckin breath
No body here to help me