Released on April 20, 2018

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[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