Sitting back waiting for the pain to stop and make me at ease,
I’m struggling right now there’s no hope for me bitch please..
I’ll just leave the house so I can get away from the pain,
Its cool but most of the time everyone calling my name..
My life is full of destruction and terror, I cant wait until its over,
I turn the shoulder, my days get colder and colder as I get older..
You see? You cant fix my problems, they never get solved,
Drama going and taking it to the head im starting to go bald..
Nothing better then peace and silence but my days are violent,
There’s always someone making noise I wish it would be silent..
Bad things are drawn to me like im a tyrant of drama,
Im Bin laden but my life is terror like my name was Osama..
This shit is taken its toll, And to me this shit is getting old,
Pen is running short on ink I don’t have the time to write in bold..
To ease the pain I try to drink coffee and smoke blacks and weed,
But let me ask you this do you know about my wrist that bleeds..
I’ve reached my peak, I try to find my faith but its love I seek,
Just so tired of being so damn weak, I’m a retarded geek..
I cant wait until my time comes this drama is making me sad,
I wanna take out my aggressions on someone I need to goto Baghdad..