I unfortunately represent, the parents who has a child who's mentally sick, i'm the prototype of teens exchanging adderall residue every time they kiss. Im the result when a homeschooled child grows up around no kids. It's a perfect time, to try to recapture all the things that youve lost, nope. My past is darkness so I might as well suck it up and chase the light that only Jesus can give. My back is against the wall again, diagnosis from 2003 haunts me like my pathological sins. Years have flown by like the wind, your 26. With nothing to show for in life, you can barely win. Whens the last time you went through a year without trying to embrace something tragic. You know, trying to save someone who's beyond your graceful magic? With all that youve done without a thank you, it's apparent you're an addict, you pray for someone in your life worse than you you gotta have it. You're romantically trapped in the end cause you pray that NWO is closing in. But what if the conspiracies are in your head Christian? You know, like apart of your mental illness? Than that means you've wasted your life hoping for something that never is and now have to actually go through with life and find a purpose!
Verse 2
I know my style freaks most people out but it's what makes my rhymes almost schizotypal. My rants make comedic gold but when I'm at home it's a different tone. In my head there's a voice that scolds and nags, tells me Im gonna fail my class, tells me that Im inherently bad. It's the ringing in my ears, it's my lack of self esteem and indifference of the judgement of my peers. It's the countdown of the life clock that I haven't acknowledged, that maybe the NWO never actually started. Maybe you need to accept that you`ve wasted your life and that you need to restart it? The truth hurts but with lies i'm bombarded denial is staying guarded.