[Verse 1: Pariah]

It's been awhile since I felt myself

Starin' at the cards that I dealt myself

Thinkin' I'd be fine if I killed myself

Swear that I'd be lyin' if it didn't affect my health

I'mma tell you like my guy told me

Imma prolly die 'fore I see money

I saw mommy cry over divorce lawyer fees

They say life is sweet, but it's sordid to me

Forced to forfeit my dreams

I couldn't afford shit to eat

Four weeks of Chef Boyardee

Lookin' in the mirror only corpses I see

Gotta pay the headless horseman his fee

I hear the wind whisking through the trees

Whispers from the breeze tellin' me to leave

So consider this a last-ditch effort

I can hardly talk feelin' captive to the pressure

Sorry Ma, I ain't tryna catch another lecture

You can betcha ass he rap's Hannibal Lecter

Straight out the lab like Dexter

I put this on my mother and father

I'mma prolly die a Pariah or martyr

Somehow I knew this since a toddler

You're no one til' slaughtered; cold cartilage

And when you're gone, tell 'em what it cost ya

"Yeah that's beautiful, that's beautiful..."

[Hook: Pariah]

Yah, these thoughts caustic, gotcha caught up on what the cost is

But losses ain't losses when they the shit that got you started

Throat scarred up, coughing, gnawing on a lozenge 'til the coffin

Guess I don't really see the ma'fuckin' problem

It's beautiful ain't it?

How the pain paint the canvas

And the slang slang the damage

Got this goddamn game gamed and ran it

(Watch me peel off another layer of the bandage)

[Verse 2: Pariah]

Pause long breath, thoughts condense, exhausted? Yes, 'cause some stress

Stalk success, fuck the rest, cross the crest, remark: 'I'm blessed'

Accost the vet? Talk nonsense. Flaunt ya rep? Not impressed

Sorry bitch, where will you be when the fucking karma hit?

Realizations that I was strung along

Overly accommodate my confidants

When we reconnect we don't talk for long

Life throwin' me hurdles like I'm playin' Donkey Kong

I sorted sheep so that I could sleep

No shortage of sheets to haunt my dreams

I soared through the week on steam of a fleeting scheme

These sores in my cheek score the songs I sing

And if I forget the lyrics Imma rock off the top

They closed the doors, I chopped off the locks

Too many rappers I done knocked off they spot

If you show me the target Imma cock, lock the shot

And I'm the best to ever take a stab at it

No emphasis added or asterisk after it

Known to smoke a whole batch of spliffs to its ashy tips

And shat mad bricks, over bastards kids, like the master wiz, was straight snackin' on laxatives

Fuck this sad shit, real rap hits I'm back to it

"Yeah that's beautiful, that's beautiful..."

[Hook: Pariah]

Yah, these thoughts caustic, gotcha caught up on what the cost is

But losses ain't losses when they the shit that got you started

Throat scarred up, coughing, gnawing on a lozenge 'til the coffin

Guess I don't really see the ma'fuckin' problem

Do you?

I don't really see the ma'fuckin' problem

("Yeah that's beautiful, that's beautiful...")

I don't really see the ma'fuckin' problem (Problem... problem...)