Predisposition addiction is still familial
Embedded into my blood till the day that I die but still you’ll
Be running from any question regarding the incoherence
I’m hardly scratching the surface you’re growing up with no parents
Tell me what it’s like and what it’s like being you
Cause I’m not fond of being me and what do I even do
I start my day and write a poem and record over noise
I think my sadness is a gimmick an audience can enjoy
I could be a showman in reciting my verses
I’m not the one you’ve met before because there’s multiple versions
A combination of a psyche and things that I wouldn’t say
I remember laying down and hoped my lungs would inflate
How did I survive almost wishing I hadn’t
I had a doctor working round the clock to try to combat it
The only thing is when I left the world is now overrun
The storm is brewing up on top a hill that we’ll overcome
Why are you complaining you should be more grateful
Hurting this badly you find yourself unable
It’s going right but I’m oh so torn
And this endless affliction’s been there since I was born
Suicidal wishing on the rise red eyes
From the weed they bought and roll with a sense death pries
In abundance the demand has been shrunken dried and diminished
But the archivists are convinced they aren’t near to being finished
After deducing I turn to stone like Medusa
When catching glances and staring into the basin and root of
Where my abjection has settled detecting I like a challenge
I’ve got a method to fix it but that’s not part of my palate
Faltering and halting aspirations we had
But the world ain’t owe me nothing so I guess I’ll be glad
In the lowest of grading accumulating like dregs
It doesn’t mean a thing when they don’t even try and they beg
Stains from the smoke adhering to the dashboard
On a trip heading south and I don’t need a passport
Ain’t a two-way stop there’s no return address
Boutta have a good rest in this dirt mattress
Why are you complaining you should be more grateful
Hurting this badly you find yourself unable
It’s going right but I’m oh so torn
And this endless affliction’s been there since I was born
Where do you go
When you’re this low
How do you hide
From all these lies