nowadays it's damn near impossible to write
I'm honestly not even responsible this time
I'm old, memory bank is nominal in size
(it) takes about a day just to jot a fucking line
it's absurd, nothing was as simple as writing a bar
I use to write in the middle of driving a car
nowadays I try and live and survive with a scar
hoping I can have it manumitted at night when it's dark
wishing I was driven to make count
my only life as king, despite being given a fake crown
why is it it feels like I live in a strange house?
looking to execute a prison escape now
it's not easy when depressed and it seems like there isn't a way out
wishing to lay down
instead, I constantly envision a grey cloud
that follows me around while I sit in this cave mouth
Verse 2:
I feel denigrated and forgotten as well
it doesn't feel like heaven, am I rotting in Hell?
use to pray to god knowing that he's not gonna help
it's more probable I'll find him while I'm locked in a cell
now I'm trying to ignite so I'm writing just to write
dying to rewind even times I didn't like
anxiety is nigh so the timing isn't right
nearly nonexistent than it quietly arrives
irony is I, sobriety is nice
but why in the fuck is it I'm crying every night?
undeniably a guy full of violence in his mind
got a split personality that rightfully is mine
suicidal by design, given what I'm rhyming on the mic
it is certainly surprising I'm alive
it's entirely implied
was given a contract by Lucifer himself and I signed it on the line
credits
from Hell & Back,
released September 9, 2023
Cuts by Hi-Q
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