I Don't Know

(Can't breathe no more)

(What's this life for?)

(I don't know...)

(If I should stay or go...)

Mentally demented in this brain that he got

The pain wouldn't stop, was tortured by the rain when it drop

Put a gauge for the thoughts, blast it, it's gone in a flash

Hoping to smash his feelings and the hope that he had

The dopest in rap, but couldn't never focus on that

Was too distracted by the smoke that was chokin' his past

When his heart was broken, yeah, shattered like glass

Hiding his face with dark shade glasses and hats

But no one deserves the fucking way he was raised

Prayed every day, his tears never faded away

Filled with hate and dismay, never couldn't handle the pain

So much stress, trapped in this animal's brain

Damaging himself, only hell remains

Til the end, motherfucker, I had felt the pain

Fighting demons in my brain, turn myself insane

Writing stories about my life, I won't shout my name

(Can't breathe no more... what's this life for?)

(I don't know... if I should stay or go...)

I'm an emotional wreck, with evil feelings of pain

The acid rain drips on my soul, leaving stains on my brain

Hopefully to maintain my captions, sustaining the real me

Feelings kicking in after, thoughts killing my conscience rapidly

Accidentally puncture my lungs

From the start, I'm doing my part, keeping my heart together

Grip glue, from the start

In this dark, I can't breathe no more, wondering what this life's for

Living six feet under with this corpse

Back's torn from the former ashes, backlashes,

Trying to backtrack to what happened

From the early days, it's a maze

I can't feel through this haze

It's amazing what the human body has to give

I have to live, half the battle is trying to win

My devotion is trying to get rid of everything that wouldn't last

My past sticks with me through this mass attack

The tracks leaving my soul hoping in fact...

(Can't breathe no more... what's this life for?)

(I don't know... if I should stay or go...)

You try to complete me

Delete me from your memories

But you need me, how the fuck can I be your worst enemy?

Possessed enough energy, after to build some sense in this

I had a style before the feelings killed my sentences

I still remember shit like it was yesterday

I digested pain, waited for about five days to see if it ever changed

I had my better days, figuring what I needed most

Writing until I developed arthritis and my fingers broke

Needing this hope, living I know, smear the blood in my raps

Continue writing this song until I fucking collapse

I felt nothing, it was all nothing, nothing seemed to work straight

I was a failure that came outta my mother on my birthday

(Doctor, doctor, look, we have another retard)

Equip me with a bicycle helmet and a pair of knee guards

It seemed hard, but I adjusted to being fucked with

Threw my feelings away and stab myself in the stomach

I loved it.

(Can't breathe no more... what's this life for?)

(I don't know... if I should stay or go...)