i despise, all these lies, that hide behind these eyes
never bend, never break, though its more then i can take
cant escape, never will, find some freedom through a pill
smoke a bowl, drink a beer, drink another, heads clear
breathing deep in and out, learn what lifes all about,
find the bad shit, drink away, mind gets numb, another day
finding life is all to real?, drink another, temp heal
when you start to feel again, smoke a bowl and pop a ten,
all the pain, im going insane, start to crumble, start again,
part again, part your friends, in my fucked up life, its means to an end
problem solver, mind dissolver, mind your problem, a revolver
never stopped it, never popped it, start to think, youll never stop it
get the drop, hit the top, with a click all time stops,
take your finger off the trigger, miss yourself problems get bigger,
thick as shit, thick ass bitch, trip that bitch,
for she trips you shit, get that shit,
then run and split, that blood you spit from talking shit
ya it taste so good, get on top of it,
not so nice when reality hits, not so nice this reality shit,
its a cold hard world thats reality bitch
and reality sticks, but realitys quick, and reality bites where reality fits
like a wall in your life, or a call for a knife,
a call for attention, youd rather not mention
your grip on the knife as you feel your fist clenchin
got that to quench and smelling the stench and
the depression is settin deep inside, not a clone, not a drone, in the zone so why lie,
still you lie, and still they cry, didnt even try
dont wanna hear it, cant be near it, no god, no christ, no heavenly spirit, still wont fear it
still dont feel, still wont steal, never even know whats next to deal,
life is like a game gotta keep playin through, but they keep playing you, cuz the clownin on fools,
and they pounding on fools, but we all gettin confused, when there founding more rules,
sounding too cool, and they are all drowning you, but they're all drowning too
a phenomenal feeling cuz we're all seeing blue
or do we all see red, woozy in the the head, nothing left unsaid
as fog clouds your mind, your not of sound mind, you need some sound time
i know i found mine, is this a sound rhyme, no i dont sound kind, cuz this isnt kind time
see this is my time, for an unkind rhyme, from an unkind mind, that sometimes finds
that sometims rhymes with a kinda sound mind,
a sound mind in the head, the sound was found dead, we go around and go ahead, sounds like homies left for dead