troubled
 

I cant do this no more, its to chaotic/
My friends are my enemy's aint that ironic/
I try to solve these mysteries but my answer cant be told/
Now as the story unfolds, i sit alone, all by myself feeling cold/
That knife in the draw seems to be my only answer/
The adrenaline it gives me pleases me more than erotic dancers/
My calling is to you god, cuz you have not yet answered my prayers/
As i seem to get lonlier its clearer no one cares/
The people they just tell me, that im fucked up in the head/
but really it aint true...for if it was, id be dead/
These troubles are still troubling me, and its growing uncontrolably/
Cant these people rescue me, lord this isnt how i want to be/
Cut marks on my wrists.....pain everlasting....cold shivering purple lips/
Death seems to keep emerging, i feel the end is near/
I was delt the wrong set of cardds......how life....life is so unfair................./

nice peice, letting go of some emotions i can tell, so now that thats out their, lets see what ya can really do, throw up some multis and shit, you got tha potential, keep at it

p.s. WELCOME BACCKKKKKKK haha been awhile kid, lets rip this site up

lmao....hes back lik cooked crack...lol.....keep on ritin and progressin and ur shit will be fuego....burnin...p.r.e.p....wit cha pink shirt...keepin it gangsta