[Verse]
They all think I’m American, but I’m not, I’m really fucking foreign
I’ll come through as a Samaritan, when i’m out there touring
Spent my life making comparison, of people I was adoring
I was low, fooled by arrogance, I’ve spent a while restoring
Two nights ago, I came to a conclusion
I’m deluded with envy, jealousy, and confusion
I find it amusing, how, i turn my anger into music
Most of the things that i produced, came from something that was disputed
What kind of demon, am i really infused with?
I find it hard choosing my path, i find writing therapeutic and visceral
Changed up my act, become way more liberal
That’s a fact, but not really talking political
An abstract of this could be, that i am way more literal
I’ve had multiple experiences change me for the better or worse
When i sit down and write, they like a letter or verse
Sometimes i just wanna share my pain, know that my effort came first
I’m not rubbing it off, like if a pepper dispersed
It’s hard keeping up the mask, when i got such darkness behind me
A big part of me died, half a year ago precisely
A traumatizing experience, really fucked up my psyche
I don’t fucking care anymore, so everyone can just bite me
Last few months i been stressing, never had time to digest it
Now i’m sitting here alone, punished for my repressing
All this time where i haven’t thought about it, i thought i was progressing
Gotta learn to live with it, cus i can’t escape my depression
All the things that i’m spitting, it’s me sharing the truth
Got hundreds of stories that i should spare for the booth
Maybe in the future i could be part of helping the youth
Help them come to terms with their life, and bearing their juice