Breakdown

Got some things I need to say Pressures stacking up on me, feels like I'm gonna breakdown Do 'em how they do me and it makes 'em feel a way Liquour with promethezine, I'm nodding out face down Say they're just a call away, they ain't round Trying everything to cleanse this hatred out my heart Take the rage and all the pain then rearrange it into art Paint a vivid picture, every single lyric in my bars Got a meaning, and they feel it cos it's really who I are Nah my bad, I mean it's really who I am 25 but still a lost boy I feel like (Peter Pan), look! Probably never should of dropped out of school, but I got hooked To them lines, they took me higher then I got fried and I got cooked I'm a Fish out of water, and my mind is not all good Feels like I'm on my second life could probably write a couple books Dealt with so much fucking drama I could write a couple scripts These psychiatrists don't listen, they just write a couple scripts Then send me me on my way, my head still full of pain It's from the pills you said to take, so why you questioning my weight loss?! Griefs a deeper pain, I can't numb this shit with Painstop "Dreaming about Heroin" like a Lana Del Rey song "Flying to the moon again" can't regulate my moods again Napping in December, open wide and it's June again Looking like skeleton, they're all assuming I'm abusing meds I'm hanging from a thread, just trying not to lose my head! Lyrics hit their heart chakra, leave it activated Every time I speak my truth on tracks they all look captivated Never going backwards, only going back to basics Breath of fresh air from all this cap rap about stabbing strangers Real life they're basic, so basically they have to fake it Cos if they spoke their truth in their music, the truths no one would play it I've lost control, feeling broken, not the one to play with Count me out the games and fake shit, act your age, that really ain't it I help them with no questions asked, they help me with T's and C's And it's got quotation marks 'round "help" cos it ain't helping me Then they got to the cheek to say I'm selfish we. (kisses teeth) Both know that it's not true, but I could never let it get to me They're still ticking boxes, guess that's why they're testing me Never needed help from them, they always needed help from me What they know bout fighting demons? I've been stuck in hell for weeks Praying on my hands and knees to anything, JUST LET ME SLEEP Trembling I scream, will this grief ever let me be? Every time I think of Drew, feel a rope around my neck can't breathe Muscles tighten up, stomach churning, I'm too tense to speak Anxiety is peaking, I'm not okay and can't pretend to be They hate me cos I don't pretend, I'm the person they pretend to be Tell em they can SMD, i'm something that they'll never be A good-hearted person, despite everything that's said 'bout me And "If I Die Tonight" just know I'm eetswa, I'll be with DB