I’m at the end of my rope
I can’t cope
I can’t sleep at night
Without smoking dope
I can’t eat
Not cuz my stomach’s in knots
Cuz I’m broke as fuck
I’m still one of the have-nots
I can’t get drunk
To forget this shit
If I can’t go to sleep
How can I wake up
And not remember it
Everything I do to try and cloud my mind
Is falling short
And I aint passing the test of time
I’m overloaded, overdone, overkilled
Over everyone
Underpaid, underfed, underdog, under beds
Under everyone
So disillusioned after so much losin
Don’t think I’ll know, when I won
This shit has just begun
What’s this
What’s the point of the mission
If you’ve been beaten down in to submission
Swear to God
I’m goin crazy
I’m sick to my stomach
And in my head
Feels mushy like dough
From some unbaked bread
Problematic, static
Got me hanging on edge
Altering the state
Of an already altered mind
Killing time
With drugs and wine
Convincing myself I’m feeling fine
In silence