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sitting in my room, I feel the walls getting darker
depression get the best of me, see at the time I never met my father.
my moms was always gone or, at work, so I just chilled at the house
or, doing shit I wasn't allowed, yeah , now that I look at it now,
Mom and Dad they never was proud,
Insomnia keeping me up, the thoughts in my head are too loud
Getting bullied in school, I never fit in the crowd
started acting out and getting into fights
asleep in the day but I was awake in the nights
my dreams they never was nice, always ended in frights
See my head it was never quite right
I couldn't hang with the kids because I was never quite white
I was quiet, but when I start talkin, shit always ended in riots
there was no need to deny it, my head was going crazy from not
having anything to occupy it, started thinkin suicide, I guess I wanted it over, I guess I wanted closure
but somethin stopped it, yeah I guess thats kind of a shock then?
took enough pills that it made the beat of my heat thin,
guess god didn't want me to end, huh? Guess my life was made for
somethin other than sin huh?
homeboys act friendly at my face, secretly tryna stab behind my backside
honestly I needed something so that the shit in my head could flat line