Weight of the world on my shoulders hoping that my spine holds
Fuck it...I give up on life, gonna be a drifting wino
Dragging along a bag with notebooks full of rhymes I wrote
Can’t stop adding verses to the book it’s the only life I know
Been doing this shit fifteen years, fuck that’s over half my life
If you only knew the time sacrificed to the fucking pad and mic
But sadly I’ll be forgotten in time, I’m a passing blight
Accustomed to eating my words, luckily I’ve got an appetite
Staring at these women in the gym, wishing I never met my wife
Things would be so much better right? Wrong...lust just in my head tonight
The devil would like to tear apart my brain piece by piece
Plus even if I was single...what would fucking girl would wanna sleep with me?
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