9th: Audio
Let’s tell a story about a young boy who had an ambition then lost it
He thought he had a grip on it then it slipped
He let it drip to the pavement
I guess that’s the treatment he deserved for letting his guard down
He let the people drown him
Ripped his soul out his chest and sinked it
What was one to do after taking so many hits
Call it quits
Nah he couldn’t give in to the tricks
He kept trying to hit them with the matrix
That just didn’t work
He felt like they were jerks
Disturbed by their presence
He wanted to eliminate his existence
Suicidal thoughts roamed through his mind
But he couldn’t rewind
So he tries to stay on his grind
While his life continued to be declined
He’s feeling so much pain inside
Just want to commit suicide
Horrified by his past
He’s tired of being an outcast
While time continues to past
He’s depressed
He had an encounter with a rapist
It’s still hard to digest
Life is out of his interest
The quest is over
A jokester on the outside and a loser on the inside
He tries to defy the odds but odds aren’t on his side
This is his fight
Last fight he had he ask for help and was given a boot
Man he’s screwed
The fight he has every night
Each night he cries
When will he rise
I guess never
The worst thing is he is me
I am him
I just want to be extinct
I think I said too much
No, stop it cause if I’m embarrassing someone then it’s over
Starting to lose my composure
I know its over
I tuck my tail and run everyday
What happens to my confidence
It’s gone along with my dominance
I’m feeling like an incompetence
I’m going through it with my conscience
To others this is nonsense
Feels like I’m going crazy
I just need to escape
Angry at my mistakes
I fell for so many tricks when will it be fixed
I’m mixed with different emotions
People turned there back on me after I took my hand out the dirt
But that’s all they wanted from me, man that really hurts
So busy trying to make others happy
Man that’s so wacky
People wonder why I say B.I.Y
Cause I believe in myself no matter what
Man this gets so deep
Everyone just wanted a treat
So I had to compete
When all I wanted was to write
But that wasn’t right
I had to go along with my appearance
If I got to go with my appearance
I mind as well join my generation
And smoke one for the team
I thought I was reigning supreme
Because I put the pen to the paper
Instead of putting the glocks in the air and get the popping
They say the past is the past
But the past last forever
I thought I had it all in my grasp
I went with plan B but now I think plan A was the one
Instead, I’m hung out to dry and left to die
It all changed after the 9th