Here to tell the truth
Tell you I'm nervous
Tell you my story, tell you my feelings
Tell you my pain, tell you the words i kept, trapped in my brain
Tell you the sh*t that make me sick and tired
Tell you the crazy thoughts that popped into my head
Tell you the sh*t I've been dealt with

you've ever been so stressed out and tired that you don't know the 4ck wrong with you
Feel like you don't belong to somewhere
Feel like you don't know yourself
Here i bring you something to which you can relate

Lately I've been feeling weird
Lately I'm confused
Lately I've been having these awful feelings that i find difficult to explain
But why lately??
I'm tired of feeling this way
I'm tired of been tired
Lately I'm always stressed out, confused and lost
Lost in these overcrowded and tangled feelings
I'm tired of it
Makes me feel like my life's a great big ball of shit
Maybe, just maybe it really is
Maybe I should just put those feelings into all i spit
Instead of wallowing in it
Sometimes I feel like I don't know me
What's my purpose??
1 often ask myself questions
Like dude, where's your focus at?? What you got passion for ¿?
Who do you love or hate most??
So I laugh when you people act like you know me
You only know the person, you don't know the personality
Families said i need help
Friends said i need care
I'm sorry but no doc can save me
I'm tired of these unending feelings
I'm tired of me
I'm tired of you
I'm tired of you always having to criticize everything I wrote out
I'm havin the feeling you're already Criticizing
this without knowing how it's gonna end
You said i wrote and post shits trying to be funny
Truth is, you are right, I'm tired of it
I'm tired of trying to be funny and hilarious when deep down I'm boring and aggressive
I'm tired of trying to be who I'm not
But do i even know who I am??
Sometimes I feel like i talk alot
No, not with you but with the other me
The other me in my head
You waving at me up front, tried raising a conversation with me, but I never put no effort on trying to be friendly
You call it pride, i call it self respect
This ain't no rhymes
This ain't no lines
This ain't no collection of my rants
Call it whatever it is you like
You said I'm offensive, I say rash things without thinking
Told you to come over, so we can have a sleep over, but you came with two of your friends, ooh wait, we going camping??
Now you got me thinking, you know what I think?
I think you are stupid, I think you are foolish
You have the mother4king gut to say I'm offensive, when you were the one who played with my feelings
Oh shit, you're right, I'm offensive!!

I appreciate those who said they love my lines
But I'm not a writer, I'm not a poet
I'm just a psychic who scribble words with the pen
Said i should enter the studio and rap
But I'm not a rapper, tho I love rap
Tried it once, be sounding like a person who refused to take a nap, after working overnight
I gat to drop this pen
I shouldn't bore you to death
But have you ever been so down that you think you will have a mental illness??have you ever been hated and discriminated against??
Have you ever have your friends screaming you worthless to your face??
You ever been accused of stealing 90 thousand cash??
I'm i the only one that has been dealt with this shit??
You following or am I just talking to myself
You feelin what I'm saying??
All I should just detached myself, from you mother4kers who act you know me more than myself
I gotta be my own brother and love myself, or else I lost myself in these complicated feelings
I don't know how to end this but I didn't write this for you only
But for you and myself!!!

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