(The manic depressive)

Sometimes I dont know how to feel
My pockets get empty and shit get too real
My mind get too hazy, I still don't take pills
My body gets lazy when shit get too still
I sit and wonder why tf am I here?
N contemplate kickin the fuck out that chair
Or puttin a bullet right thru my left ear
I ain’t ever been scared, even death couldn't fear

Then I'm back on my bullshit when u blink ya eye
I kick back w a fat one, I spark and unwind
And po up some mo drank, cut up 3 or 4 lines
My mind goes back n forth, I can’t get it in time

One day I'm a king
Next day I'm a fiend
My dichotomy
Fightin opposite sides of me