still sick as hell
feel my nose leaking
my hands are still shaking
reeling from the aftermath barely breathing
my chest is tightening again
nothing new felt since i was 3
damn you think you'd finally recover but damn this shit too crazy
im still feeling ill
too sick to move not in a good way

i wanna get out
i did all i could but the world aint giving me back
feel like im losing it
i aint got nothing left
like everydays a nightmare
and im the only one in the dream....
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i used to be the one first in the line
went hard never stopped balling constantly excercising
not letting the breathlessness stop me
youd think my battle probably was nothing
yea i dint go to class so i could run and get a fucking 6-pac

i wanna get out
i did all i could but the world aint giving me back
feel like im losing it
i aint got nothing left
like everydays a nightmare
and im the only one in the dream....


i aint gonna feel sorry i feel my head still heay
yes my heart is aching reeling from the heart attack that i got
i aint letting that stop me
why should i give up
im gonna run this body till it run out
nobody gonna put no limitations on me
the doctor said it about time for me to stop
but i still keep pushing till god wanna take me back
fuck i aint fearing nothing
not even death
im gonna keep going hard on this bitch till my lungs give out
or jesus come to take me back into his hands

i wanna get out
i did all i could but the world aint giving me back
feel like im losing it
i aint got nothing left
like everydays a nightmare
and im the only one in the dream....

i used to dream big but now it seems to fade away
how the fuck am i supposed to know what the fucks im supposed to do
i spent my whole life trying to get the equation rite
but i seem to only fade further into the hole
the harder i go
no one really giving me a break they expecting me to be 100 even if im at 3
what the fuck am i supposed to do
no one understands my problems
i tell em they get upset
like wtf im supposed to do
everytime i open my mouth
their faces fall out

im not mr nice guy
im the guy whod fuck you straight in the face
and not care about it.
i ait gonna sugar coat shit
so you can taste it
turd straight up
no flavoring specially for you assholes
whos mouth dont seem to ever close
all these medicines and im still stuck here wheezing
no matter how many years goo by looks like im always gonna
be coughing this goo out
am praying real hard but looks like it aint being heard
guess i do ask for everything
but this is the one i really need
but no matter how many years go
it still haunts me
comes and goes as it pleases
my mind got no control no more
i aint afraid no more

time to be a revolution
all alone no one listening to my thoughts my head bobbing
this codeine aint kicking in
im trying riddlin but that shit aint helping
im still fuckin hyper
having this bitches come over

there they go
always running their mouths acting like they know it all
my last od was so long ago
i kinda miss the rush into the room where er
is the main word
then i see clooney's face now his batman again

eh look is mr hopkins eating another bitch again

looks like even id be kept for last

i feel like im on the last strike
can hear that baseball music playing
feel like it s like the last base and im too far to reach it
where the fuck im supposed to go
when no way for me to run every exit is covered with a bitch's face
not a gal just that dick with the big mouth