[Mediocrity]

As of late.
my mind it keep playing tricks on me
convincing me that this isn’t what it was meant to be.
Never sleep how can I expect to chase my dreams?
You guessed it I couldn’t send this message with bullets
I’m such a fucking coward that I’m too scared to pull it
Or maybe I’m so self destructive I put myself through the bullshit
Don’t believe I’m worthy of a purpose on this earth, shit.
Everyday’s a constant struggle, a battle with depression
My mind? A deadly weapon constantly keeping me second guessing
every step in whichever direction I take,
Always keep my grass cut and collect the heads of the snakes
Never been a fake, stayed true to the game & played by the rules that were made
You fluent in lame & gotta degree in swagger jackin
You copy my steez? Please.
you wouldn’t reach for the piece and pull metal like a fractured magnet
Breezing through Ibiza popping perkys like a candy mint
A creature like a zombie how I’m walking when off cannibus