[Verse 1]

All they ever see are the frowns

All they ever hear are the swearing sounds

They don’t ever see that I really hurt

It’s not just me, it’s your and my fault

I don’t sit around and just mope

I jump on the raps and get dope

This rap will not fix this mess

This rap gets shit off my chest

Wrong or right, impolite or nice

Nothing or money, dead or alive

This song is not one of those songs

That’s slow and mad, it’s for me not ya’ll

And don’t think that I truly like you

Just because it’s right to be rightful

For me I’ll always be nice to everyone

I don’t ever talk shit right to you

[Chorus]

Here’s the hook, is the song complete now?

If I don’t like it, is it something to leave out?

Whatever, take a deep breath

And make sure you listen to the rest of my spit

[Verse 2]

This is not philosophical

No lessons of life for you to wanna do

This is for me to get better

But not fully, just for me to get up

I don’t care about your reaction

Many times it’s a purely bad thing

I feel like I’m mentally ill

Curing it myself is a hard ordeal

Like coming off your training wheels

Or going back to the way I lived

Obviously I haven’t killed myself

Which means I still got some hope left

If you’re the same way raise your hand

If you can relate to the way I am

Screw it, you don’t have to do that thang

I already know who can and who can’t

[Chorus]

Here’s the hook, is the song complete now?

If I don’t like it, is it something to leave out?

Whatever, take a deep breath

And make sure you listen to the rest of my spit

[Verse 3]

Yes I rhyme yet I’m not fine

Yes to wine, just drink it down

Alcohol to help you when you’re down

Seasonal depression, it’s wintertime

Okay, you have to work for the good things

If you don’t they’re good for nothing

I just vent, explode with this pen

If you say I have everything, that is fiction

You cannot say I’m ungrateful

See I take care of what I gain too

Some say the rap game’s bad

Please explain that as I stay with rap

Self medication, I say what I’m thinking

Sigmund Freud, free association

Lastly, the reason people are reckless

They wanna feel fine, these lives are bitches

[Chorus]

Here’s the hook, is the song complete now?

If I don’t like it, is it something to leave out?

Whatever, take a deep breath

You’ve made it through, congratulations