Wheres the freedom
sometimes theres a rope tied to my neck whisperin death
the funny part is it aint suicide its my folks treatin me as they pet
controlled from head to toe..nowhere to go
I shout and yell fuck off and I run out the door
Inside I wished they cared..thats why im risky in life so theyll hold in a breath
Ive tried so much shit..hope for attention..next step is meth
I speed on the wheel leavin trace marks of freedom
blastin the music so every nigga can hear. Im free..out of this world I beat em
I wanna grab a pack of money and run far away..
finally end the bullshit and cries to get the fuck out my face
im in a place where noone can hear me
noone can drown me lower cause I aint even livin
Fake smiles is what makes me believe im still human
alien files on my skin..laughter and love. Stupid fucks assumin
they think it aint depression..they say im just fucked up
all the shit that I been..all the strength that I needed..youd think is enough
I aint even finished...i got paragraphs..calligraphy itchin
to be drawn from my finger..such a fuckin outcast..you ask why im bitchin?
You dont know me at all..you dont kno what I feel
I'm literally screaming, and the whispers are killed where no one can hear
if you only knew..its that heavy burn throat
alcohol in my vains youd think Ive been through lucemia
I beg for the smoke..like its a ghost im lookin I seen ya
look I guess im an addict..you could say I need help
Take me to rehab..ill go in high..i say no..no fucker will kno what I dealt
you could say you understand..but you really dont
its like my pain is my pain..and yo pain is yours
it aint shared...stop thinkin everyone look the same aint noone a clone
we see different born different..die with a different imprented stone
noone can kno what I go through noone knows how much I can take
look ill shutup and pretend im okay..give you the phoniest smile I can fake
