Mel Robayo
Can I live? (Freestyle)
I don’t understand anything that’s going on
Each and every time I close my eyes I see a demon
Creeping with all this passion, of not knowing where it’s going
Hearing cries exactly like the gospels of Satan
I’m reawaken, just too find out that its dream
Why does everything seem, like a fraudulent scheme?
I mean, just imagine, you praying to a god that turned out to be a pagan
Just to leave you dry or forsaken, but you’re trying to do well but everything is mistaken
Leaving trails, and becoming a burden, having nothing to say or no questions
Almost like my family in NY when we had the passion, Fck! what the fck happen?
I’m having melancholy thoughts with personality issues, honestly it’s becoming a ritual
With each and every individual being sacrificial
Can I live?
I said, Can I live?
I guess depression is taking over me, I’m an attic I don’t need one I need three
My lovely vibes might have a theory, but collides with melodic melodies
Taking these strings I call veins and pull it out my fcking body, let me bleed
And be free, let me suffer I don’t want to mislead the hand that feeds
These echoes are a clutter, I can hear them voices mutter
Repeating it’s self like a stutter, fck, I don’t know what’s better
Pop a pill or wait till I live life and get ill
I'm telling you I'm not ordinary, confused between dreams and reality
My mind is what kills me
I want to stop thinking, I’m a man of solitary disposition
I know I’m pure But my cure……. No there’s no cure for my conditions