"Is it this one thing...or is it a few things, Amerie couldn't even tell you if she knew me, sheddin' tears and can't keep my head above this water, in need of a quick route to kill this love disorder, been cursin' God out cause I don't know what to do next, I'm done takin' chances playin' Russian roulette, my counselor tries to help but she ain't found the right tools yet, and every helping hand my mother lays I remove that, I've found out the reason I've been left with those depleted feelings,...is cause love is a fuckin' game ask Serena Williams, Celsius is negative it's achin' my bones, I've even got a suicide number saved in my phone, I had a dream about a friend in a wreck and I was type scared, so I jumped in the shower and rinsed off that nightmare, and then I'm battlin' my love with tunes, cause every artist claim they ridin' around with snubs and goons, I record up in the studio with heart and yaw'll just there to do it, I'm there for movement, every session now is therapeutic, God promises to send me signs and signals, then I tell him fuck playin' games I ain't sublimin' with you, see you the reason people ride with pistols, thieves climb through windows, people rob in trench coats, I pray this disorder you birthed inside my mental, you can also kill because I'm tired of wipin' my eyes with tissue, it seems like my damn heart is lifeless, I feel the ache deep in my soul like plantar fasciitis, my enemies waitin' on me to fail, or me to sell, my soul to Satan so when I die I'll burn with the heat in hell, or flame and fire, my pain and desire, is what'll help me reach for positive aspects that I wish to gain and acquire, but it's like the Lords' trynna torture me, I'll never touch my blessings all I can do is window shop for what Gods' got in store for me, times are slow so I'm not cooperatin' with pain, I'm just a car wash vacuum standin' around forever waitin' for change, it's just the same bullshit trend, that keeps me askin' the same question "when will bullshit end"?, life is nothing but mental strains and bruises, I can't even answer a simple question...my brain is useless, and when I try to snap something keeps me restrained from movin, so while I'm in this chair I might as well jump on this page and lose it, my mind constantly tells me that I'm insane and stupid, so I use Gods' name 1,000 times a day in vane to prove it, I envy CARD GAMES..emotionally they stab me apart, the QUEEN of depression always finds a way to JACK with my HEART, you can see the pain in my eyes but instead of lettin' it show, I think I'm better off just lettin' it go, go, go, you can see the pain in my eyes, but instead of lettin' it show, I think I'm better off just lettin' it go, go, go,(Scream) Aaaarrrghhhhh !!"
