Rhymes From My Mind

I Wish

I really don't feel like talk
It's like they ripped my tongue off
I feel pain even whit my scotch
Here i spend my life in this shitty old loft
I think i wouldn't even feel better whit the jackpot
'Cause it seems everything rhymes whit depression
Pension
Mansion
Tension
Invitation
Deceptions
Desilusions

I can't even sleep anymore
My friends don't give a fuck about me no more
My body is sore
It's like everyone stabbed me whit my own sword
They cut my vocal chords
Oh my
They killed my good side
Now is just cryes
Cut ties
Lies
Tries

Just failures

Eminem
Back than
He lived in a trailer
Now he doesn't even need a prayer
I wish i could be a player
But i can't even afford a box of crayons