[Intro]
My life, my life, this is my life…

[Verse 1]
I think it’s easier to die, 'cause there ain’t nothing keeping me alive
I’m hungry and I’m searching for the pieces of the pie
My head is up but all that I am seeing is the sky
The sky is the limit 'cause it ain’t feasible to fly

And the only the way I think I’m gonna reach it is to die
Unless all the heaven shit that they’re preaching is a lie
And I think it is a lie but I’m hoping that it’s not
And I’ll know when I swallow all of the Motrin in this box

They say that I’m the best since supposedly I’m hot
I’m the closest to the top, too explosive not to pop
If this is so then why am I still posted on this block
With this toaster and these rocks trying to focus on this guap

I can’t do it, I’m sick of all this repetition
I don’t even know the reason for this deposition
Maybe I just gotta learn from the lessons given
‘Cause I’ll admit I haven’t really made the best decisions

Starving myself then eating out the devil’s kitchen
Yeah I’m free but my mind is more or less a prison
I’m a victim of the circumstance
Lying to myself and now I’m living in a burning pants[?]
With no desire to extinguish it
I’m burning in my sorrow and I care not to relinquish it
It’s like the only time I see is when I close my eyes
Dreaming is the only way to keep me from these hopeless cries

And I’ve been thinking about releasing what I hold inside
My body’s getting so full of stress I might explode and die
If only I could coincide with time
I would take a couple seconds to redefine my mind

[Hook]
I’m learning how to separate the lies from the truth
And all this fucking pain in my life is the proof
I’m standing on the ledge I’ma fly off the roof
With the pen I’m committing suicide in the booth

I can’t even look my loved ones in the face
Cause I don’t love myself and I’m feeling out of place
My fingers on the trigger and I really want to shoot
With the pen I’m committing suicide in the booth

[Verse 2]
And I ain’t fucking with no 9-to-5
If God put me on this planet to work then why am I alive
I’m high and dry, tryna grind, but if I decide
To put this rhyming aside and die would you even cry?
Or would you even try to take the time
To look at it through the eyes of the victim like a CSI
Like was it suicide?
Or was he murdered by society’s depiction of what’s right in their stupid minds?

Or would you ‘Biggie and Pac’ the case
Throw away my files just to free up some locker space
Out of 6 billion people I don’t even matter
And even worse, my life’s dream is to be a rapper

If you don’t see it now, you gon’ see it after
People don’t see the truth until they see disaster
If you don’t see it now, you gon’ see it after
People don’t see the truth until they see disaster

[Hook]