Need a little patience cuz the pressure it's outrageous. Turning into a rager, what a major crisis that has risen.
And people are so fallacious, can't hold a conversation. It's like talking to a wall, make me feel small and always at fault.
But that is just swell, that is the story they tell, if they are going to heaven then I'll be in hell.
Good deeds comes from the heart, no one earned merits from the distraught, humility should be the new drug.
And this is for the girls in the kitchen, sometimes you are such bitches, that nobody asks about your ambitions or your innovitions.
Cuz life ain't fair, I earned my respect by being aware and not ever to compare.
The clothes that I wear are the same from last year, nothing phony about me is what you'll hear.
And everyday is a battlefield in this game of life, but one of this days I'll make it through and into the light.
