Unsatisfactory

Even when bent
I'm not so certain about my feelings on being content
Human Nature killing the world it all makes sense
A mic that's quick to condense
But I still wanna jump the fence
Increase quality even further
Stress got me burning like incense
Intense flows commence, the lows I resent
I know that to be 100 percent satisfied
I got buckley's, I watch the old and grumpy, on the pension
Wishing when thеy was younger they'd made morе money
It's sunny but ya whine about the glare
Making stacks but ya complain about the the bus fare
I'm wondering when and where I'll feel total relaxation
Tossed and turned last night combined with masturbation
Sick of waiting, not relating to the rhymes ya kick
I used to be extremely skinny, till my gut got thick
All due to laziness and becoming unfit
Appearing clear till I examine that hidden zit
So my esteem sinks, and I feel the pits
I should a just left it alone
And entered the content zone
Not happy around crowds
But still not entirely comfortable all alone
At least not for two many days on end
So I phone a friend
You know I'm known to blend like army camouflage
The unsatisfied thoughts damage and leave scars
So are ya content with who you are ?

(Chorus X 4)
I wanna feel contempt, feel contempt

Looking to feel fulfilled and content
As I march along my path
I never seem entirely satisfied with a chain of events
In stress and worries I'm drenched
And I can't get rid of this overpowering stench
My fists clenched in frustration
I add a little too many lines now I've ruined my illustration
Ya should shut ya mouth
But ya blurted out the important information
Amongst the conversation
My dedication leaves me searching for more
And when I find it, my face will shine like a polished floor
Inactive time spent results in a bore
What ya in it for. To explore peoples thought patterns
Through transmitted messages.. labelled rappin
The worlds snappin under our pressure
Because we always wanna make shit bigger and better
But is it really that..ya best to seek the facts
Because were all headed up the wrong track
And the lack of ability to be in content will see us crash
With more impact than deep if it wasn't for those nightmares
I guess I could say I feel relaxed
Satisfied and content when asleep

(Chorus x 4)

They say build build build
When they killed killed killed
Drilled drilled drilled I'm far from being thrilled
About the way I came about, I wish they took a new route
When will we ever figure it out.. runnin our mouths
A self destructive society.. no doubt..
Before I'm out I want people to examine
And imagine there actions side effects
Make sure the garbos have recycled trash to collect
Forget regret but make sure you have none
The worlds will never be won
From the day humans invented the gun
Chaos begun and we head downhill
But my sounds will make it back up
We need to back up, as the world gets smacked up
We all act up, with the force of a mack truck
I'm a break through my walls
Answer the calls, refuse to stall, well that would be nice
And hopefully towards the end I'll be content with my life