I've lost loved ones because they couldn't deal with me
Cherish whoever still with me though the merits been killed in me
Normally it's just me and my lonely mind
Everyone's storm is different so this forecast is only mine
Fans recognize my misery uplifted me
Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me
Maybe its serendipity, maybe it's weighing on me physically
Maybe I should man up and tell God not to solicit me
Been medicated, meditated
Sedated, hated
Character assassinated, all theses years I masqueraded
Hard headed, if it was on my mind I had to say it
Tongue on the devil's pitchfork to see how disaster tasted
Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated
Wouldn't be scared of the truth if they weren't castrated
Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people to shoot it before me
That'll unconditionally love my beautiful ugly
songs too beast.
This post was edited by Jeremy on Oct 3 2013 10:27am