am I dead or just high...I can't really decide...
feelin' deprived of nutrition while my inner entity fliez...
doez my girl really love me or is she after my cash...
am I really the only nigga that gets to be tappin' that ass...
I break down like captionz and glass...
pause my life as I take time to ponder upon this dancer'z reflection...
sometimez I wonder if in this world if there could be more answerz than questionz...
I can't find direction...there seemz to be a fork in the road...
I stick it in my heart just to see how short my life goez...
why was I born...what the fuck was my purpose in life...
why am I speaking to my friendz when only angry wordz will suffice...
why did my life turn out to be such a catastrophe...
why is the only light at the end of the tunnel a cop's flashlight that's chasing after me...
why do I still have worriez and doubts on my mind...
why do I continue to try to climb the eternal mountain of time...
why on earth was I placed on this ground...
where vibrationz are made by scientific equationz of sound...
I contain a hate that's profound...
a deep hatred for life as a whole...
that's why I can slit my veinz and drink my ice when it's cold...
but why though...why the fuck am I stuck in this world...
wondering if I'm the only man here that's fuckin' this girlz...
am I a bad father because on occasion I'm slappin' my son...
will I still be stranded on this planet when the final rapture has come...
I hope my death will be slow cause hopefully my life will be fast...
at night I say my prayerz to see if God answerz any of the questionz that I have rightfully asked...