Going Under
Cant hold on anymore man,im going~under, lifes jus my growing~blunder
Theres quik sand flowing~under me, n for me man its not slowing~wonder
Ingulfs my mind, how'd i get ta this~damn~point, I look bak disappoint-
Ment is all i can remember. only 29, but still smoking this~damn~joint
I'm sitting on my couch in my shitty~apartment, not a pretty~compartment
Wholes punctured in the wall,three rooms, small like a glove compartment
Da stuffing comming out of da couch,40 ounce in hand as i go to crouch
Puke on the floor,sit back rub my unshaved face and think as i slouch
The wall paper is droopin down on the wall, this place falling~apart
Phone rings,callin~apartment manager demanding money im stallin~start
To say ill get it,but she hangs up, jus a lie i got nothin for~rent
Nothing anymore~spent it all gambling, those drugs, n some more~went
To women,walk over to the rooms~small~sink, countinue to consume~my~drink
N smoke dat joint,stair in da cracked mirror,ugly face in it,resume to think
That i was nothing since a small~kid, get dizzy n grap the wall~rid
Myself agian of vomate. when i was seven my school got the call~hid
The truth, they said my parents were gone, that they had dissapeared
N den put me in an orphanig, n no one wanted me n this~brought~tears
Started den n my life kept goin~down, the waters jus been growing~drown
At anypoint i think i jus mite cuz my life neva been easygoing~frowns
Now indented on my dirty face, return to the living room witout grace
Toppel onto the floor, screaming out loud gotta get out of this place
I stand up n stagger over to the window, savin thoughts within~blow
In den out, angrely pull it open, my head spins~snow starts to blow
Into my apartment, 8th floor, below, covering the ground the~snow
Den i slowly get up on the ledge, i see~no point in life n then go