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I'm Gonna Make It
[Verse 1]
Problems keeps phasing me as if i have become its bitch no peace on mind it just keeps on fucking summing this shit when i dare to salvage one the others puts addendum which is driving me crazy like a drunk driver gearing its seat don't know when i'll hit the curb or may even face an explosion it may split me up since my life has embraced an implosion theres no remedy to cease this growing fucking destructi-on/un consciously i think god is behind these going instruction when i sketch vision to lift myself up like an elevator i face fluctuation on my fucking psyche and in an abattoir i can see my heart being mutilated into pieces & scatter & body's facing doom in the war between souls terror am i a demon ? this is what i question my self in hell don't i deserve to be free or do i need an elf to tell ? to prove i'm good & well deserving on getting respect or god is behind my fragmentation & discriminate [Verse 2] I don't have any friends even to brace my emotion the way i think they can't defy my pacing devotion when i mumble words they be like for the god shake you stop so i just try to stay aloof & put a brake and pause so to control myself i hold the blunt & light it up to fuck the lights of hope & confront iginiting up my brain until these cells are damaged while i'll be thinking just let em ashes blow away ravaged along gust of a wind I'm too depressed & frustrated with my going life life has become a pain in my ass its hoeing right i know i shouldn't get depressed but i can't aid maself thou i'm trying to drink the pain but i'm planting a fail-ure I can't bother my family now i'm well grown to do sort em problems out on my own coz its so scornful but don't know when my body got thud on way by truck my soul took off i'm just a left corpse I'm dead i can't wake up |
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