Part II of my Life:

Say whatever the fuck you want, I dont give a shit anymore


When It's Over

When it’s over.... I hope I can look back at my life,//
And see a happy family with a child and a beautiful wife.//
And a successful job that puts clothes on my back & food on the table//
But all this shit is just my imagination; in reality, my life is unstable//
I’m not even be able to make my parents proud about anything I do//
They think they know how I feel, but none of yall got a fuckin clue//
Now I pursue... an anguished filled life with misery, revenge and hate//
Next time I won’t hesitate to take the gun and face my inevitable fate//
Can’t concentrate, the pressure eats at me like a flesh devouring disease//
Don’t try and stop me when I inject myself with liquid antifreeze//
Cause there’s no point in attempting to save a disappointed soul//
I’ve paid the toll, who want’s a person around that has life with no goal?//
This has gone outta control, the only motivation I have is to fuckin rhyme//
But most people don’t even like my shit, guess it’s just a waste time//
But that’s just fine, cause in the end everyone will get theirs//
Purgatory will decide if I get to take the walk up the heavenly stairs//
Or if I get to take the pathway to hell, at this point I don’t even fuckin care.//



When It's Over