Verse 1:

At war with my inner demons I know I'm going to hell, at least I got my story to tell. Top secret assignments, dotted line I signed it, guess I put my life on consignment. If I could press pause, maybe rewind it, probably wouldn’t do some of the same kinda shit, like ending life in a foreign land, or, lyin' to my kids bout who I really am, it's the, type of pain only a few understand, hear the truth of a broken down battered man, exterior’s strong exoskeleton, inside hollow like Boss republican (trump)

I'm all alone and consumed by my thoughts, this darkness, like the lochness no one sees these monsters

Chorus:

Feel the Rush, life's a freeway switching gears and popping the clutch, dying anyway might as well roll up a Dutch, I'm vexed much, abandoned in this world looking for God's touch

Life is hurtin death is certain pull the trigger die quicker grab a bottle pour the liquor trying to kill off this pain

Verse 2:

Parents don't want me to pass before them, but should I️ choose death or live life oppressed. My own country hates the color of my skin, yet, leverages my strength for war but within, I'm much more, complex, than any jay-z metaphor tried to make it better for, my children to carry on, leave a legacy for seeds of my seeds through them live on, pray to god for peace on this world the day I'm gone. Antidepressants mix with alcohol stirring me wrong, post traumatic disorder, I can barely perform, my psychiatrist just wants me to give her the long D calls herself my head doctor medicated relief, that’s, patient confidentiality, wow, burn some trees lose my gravity, now, crossing the brink of losing sanity, how can it be they profit of my tragedies

Chorus:

Feel the Rush, life’s a freeway switching gears and popping the clutch, dying anyway might as well roll up a Dutch, I'm vexed much, abandoned in this world looking for God’s touch

Life is hurtin death is certain pull the trigger die quicker grab a bottle pour the liquor trying to kill off this pain