I got a problem wit' problems
So fuck my face; I don't need it
I see the blunt and delete it
I wasn't built for those features
Don't say I act like my father
That n***a' bailed, I don't need 'em
That n***a' left, I don't see 'em
Compelled to discard it all..
Shit, I'm compelled to repeat it
Just so you know, I don't feel it
But just can't seem to redeem it...

There's no membership
Suicide for broken promises
And don't forget I didn't ask for this
We were just handed shit
Demanded to manage and fuckin' handle it
Then throw a fit, when you see the scars on my wrist
Don't be alarmed
Nah', I'on' really self harm
Trynna' convey how I feel
I give a leg and a arm, but no
Never a mill
Trynna' kick it wit' my gang, while the masses appeal
You can do yo' thang..
Just let the rest of us heal
Look for rest in a pill
Seen so many things, that I forget how to feel
Been too busy trynna' forget all those years

I'm gone