[Verse 1]
It’s past noon and I’m wandering past houses
While pondering, wondering what I was in my last life
And the bitches I gaslighted who made me feel mad mighty
I'm feeling quite untidy, and dirty, and cursed
Hurting, like oh shit
I'm stuck in another ditch
I’m fucking another bitch
Isiah Rashad; I'm Stuck In The Mud
And a man might relapse, his legs might collapse
Perhaps, maybe he’ll run in circles again
And he’ll lose himself in the end
And then write a verse on a girlfriend who meant the world to the kid
But ran away after she heard about who he is
Poof, and shе gone in a couple seconds
Maybе she wouldn't’ve left him
Left a sizable whole in his chest
He forgot the flak vest
Now he bleeding out
Words hurt and he’ll surely feel it now, without a doubt
The horns on his head are pretty obvious
Couldn't swallow his pride, he's dying inside
Need some insight
To see the things he couldn't see or be the man he couldn't be
But a little late ‘cause he's been drowning deep
Way too long without a father figure, I would just rely on mama
[Verse 2]
I don’t really know how many times I got fucked over by my minds own blind eyes
A cry for attention, a rap for redemption
I try and I pry at the gates of perception
Smoked out, my lungs real black and I'm tripping out
All my plans been going south, veering off the highway
End is near, as smoking out the ashtray
Lucky I’m alive, lucky I was lucky to survive
But anytime I could really die
It's no biggie to nobody in the city if I took my life now I’d be laying there pretty
As a smile on my bitch head, still appreciate the times that I get head
Every little second spent with her is like one liter of fresh air
I'm with care I am spared from despair
Back to reality, back to insanity
When she not there I’m far from sobriety

A life is a knife to a man
A rifle to brain
A neck on a train

I'm coping and dealing with pain
My Air Force 1’s are far from cocaine
So fly, so fly
So low, I wish I could get high
No cry, no cry, I keep on trekking, I fight till I die