48 hr fast

smoke a blunt and take the pain out

and if i wasn't high i'd probably try to blow my brains out

i'm hopeless

i'm hopeless

i'm hopeless

measurin' wealth by the things we can hold

and everybody measures love by the words that they told

and we just livin' in the past of a dream that we're in

and the selfishness we contain is consequence of our sins

and w'ere all measurin' wealth by the things we can hold

and everybody measures love by the words that they told

and we just livin' in the past of a dream that we're in

and the selfishness we contain is consequence of our sins

wasted potential and talent

tattered and torn at the seams

sellin' our souls for this gold in search of that infamous dream

we wanted money and power to cover pain that was given

this is affirmative action with argumentative spirit

and after kid of non-complacency

i hope that you feel it

this mirror image of imperfection is in my reflection

i'm contemplatin' suicide with an automatic weapon

this seclusion and delusion has caused my mental digression

we're all measurin' wealth by the things we can hold

and everybody measures love by the words that they told

and we just livin' in the past of a dream that we're in

and the selfishness we contain is consequence of our sins

and we're all measurin' wealth by the things we can hold

and everybody measures love by the words that they told

and we just livin' in the past of a dream that we're in

and the selfishness we contain is consequence of our sins

as i wake up early in the mothafuckin mornin' with a cold look in my eyes

people treatin' me like i'm a mothafuckin demon or a nigga that they despise

imma cut my wrist 'cause i don't give a shit and imma slit that bitch 3 times

lead by example give 'em all that they could handle though my shit plays on rewind

i'm tryna figure out how to get better

i left off not impressed at all

but i'm depressed of course

i'm tryna press with force

i need a world of ports and fuck a good report

'cause my sins will pour from my split veins

as my blood drips upon a crucifixion

you're not used to this you love blasphemy

it's a catastrophe

i leave you fascinated

to the depths of hell my soul gravitatin'

spit sick slick shit

left agitated

and educated up in ya like you were the pen

i'm tryna write my way to heaven

not the seat of a 'benz

and it's amazing the way these people believe

every detail they see and they read

the soul of a man filled with hatred and greed

consume all the doom of the visions he's seeing

'cause life is a bitch it's a fact that i know

since i'm trapped in this corner with nowhere to go

these the thoughts in my mind i try to conceal

i'm stuck on the ground and the moments i fail

i feel like a prisoner stuck in a jail

24 hours i live in this head

to die is divine

'cause livin' is hell