ayo, as I sit alone in a darkened room,
my mind is wandering off,
I see my doom and hear my gloom,
with this creepy stoic cough,
and as I'm breathing I sit here dreaming,
one day I'll make it big,
yet still I'm screaming, my heart is bleeding,
from my love that I once hid,
I feel for my gun, I'm on the run,
put it to my head,
I have no fun, my life is done,
at times I believe I'm dead,
voices speaking, begin to argue,
losing battles one by one,
I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go,
I have nothing left, and until I'm at rest,
I live with these scars hidden on my chest,
and as I beg for mercy, hurting, healing me no more,
I shut the door, and I abhor,
every choice that I now make,
and for christ's sake, what does it take, to get my point across?
I'm bound and tied, because I have lied, nailed up to my own cross,
across terrain I see the rain of bitter broken pain,
I'm alone hear people talking, am I truly insane?
my rhyme is week and flow is simple,
I feel so crippled due to lack of brains and trust,
due to my lust, an unforgiving cuss, I'm a Fk,
I pushed away my only love,
I gave away my heart,
and from the start, I treated life so filled with hate,
and as I debate, i cannot wait,
my worst trait is that I cannot relate to heretic heroes past,
and as time flies by, it's time that I
got up and lived or rather died,
because I lied, and never tried,
my brain is fried, and yes I cried,
I cant underline, what I've undermined,
I'm full of rhyme that goes with a simple one two pattern
scattered, battered, broken, beaten, basically bruised,
because I lose, I cannot choose, nothing left to do,
get up, get out, get away, get far far away from pain and hate and
rage,
agony of defeat, misery at my feet,
hope so far away, and joy will come on a distant day,
rap lets me at peace, so I rap to get a piece,
hit my piece, to feel calm and O.D.
but today I say
look at me...
