This is some deep shit...sometimes...this is how i feel inside--

i jumped off tracks alot,and theres one-leap-left//
looking off the top of a building taking one-deep-breath//
somethings are hard to say,somethings are tough-to-mention//
sometimes im invisible and just dont get enough-attention//
thinking about my life while i smoke-this-blunt//
and hold-this-gun up to my head about to blow-it-up//
i see lightning and fire,i see-thunder-and-death//
i say what people wanna hear but i speak-under-my-breath//
then i thought of my loved ones,figured it outta-be-handy//
started crying & dropped the gun soon as i thought-of-my-famly//
i feel like shit-inside//
thats why i spit-N-rhyme//
so people know im sensative, and see my written-side//
sometimes i just wanna throw-something//
grab my gun and just blow-something//
people dont know how i feel inside,even my family dont know-nothing//
i feel like i can take on the mobb, take-out-all-the-G's//
but times i feel so soft and just break-down-on-my-knees//
so before you pull that trigger or take-that-step//
think about how much people love ya,go head,make-that-guess//
i aint some gothic freaky person or another-skater-clown//
so i aint gon jump i rather take the elivator-down//