​killedmyself
​four fifteen
[Sample]
I don't want, to live like this anymore

[Verse]
Sick to the stomach
Slick shit frontin'
Peacock it out
And the ego go plummet
Slitherin' somewhere secede from the summit
Confrontin' the sacred, sufficiently stuntin'
I ain't got time on my mind
I ain't take a dime from the rhymes
Generally speaking everything's mine
But literally got no soul to supply what's inside
So I'm stuck
Probably fucked
Open me up, and ration my guts
Give 'em to children who ain't got enough
And lets show the whole world I am guff
Lonely as ever
Forever regretter
Finishing verses like never been better
The rain's feeling wetter
My brain's feeling deader
It's now got the divoted temples from clutching Beretta
Finger on the trigger
Safety off
Gripping the pen like it's molotov
Grippin' the mic with a shaky cough
I'm swallowin' Jack 'til the pain is lost
But never free
Take it from me
Had no control since the day I could bleed
Searching for meaning inside a marquee
Just to barely find hope as a shitty mc
I guess I'll just put it on paper
Rhyming my story from caper to caper
It's hopefully ending in filling the crater
Created by voices on loop to belabor
My thoughts
My soul
This fighting is taking a toll
Still stirring to make myself whole
But my winter is dead 'cause my autumns are cold