Verse 1:
a young boy, gifted, surrounded by Christians
moms just died, got his whole mind twisted
Thinking to himself, it could heaven or hell
will he meet her with the heater, only one way to tell
he plans his departure without any help
How could God stack the deck on the cards he was dealt
Not a soul in the world understood how he felt
But the day never came & his heart never melted
Day after day got him feeling the same
Drugs weren't a fix, just concealing his pain
& Drowning out the voices filling his brain
see their noises were choices, Pills or a vein
Now he's going insane, cos they calling his name
every time he awake, so he tryna pray
Feel like God wouldn't give him the time of the day
So his pen & his pad and his rhymes are escape

Hook:
they the kinda thoughts that you keep to yaself
if they spoken out loud everybody can tell
you're crazy, you, yes you, you you, you're crazy x2

V2
clear across town a young mom with the same deal
coked up junkie, not sure if the pain's real
try more for support to her kids than her habbit
but everywhere she go, she's a "bitch" and an "addict"
sick of laying down with her life as a mattress
Pregnant and high, no mind who the dad is
High after high, it won't hide all the sadness
She's just about had it,it's time for a tactic,
How could she bring life to a world so tragic??
She readys bath water while the kid's are asleep,
Grab an iron coat hanger as she's gritting her teeth
Holding on to the railing, impaling it deep
inside of her thighs, as she cries & sighs,
for the life of a child that's dying inside
She blacks out cold, head hitting the sink
she Wakes in her bed, that shit was a dream...

Hook:
they the kinda thoughts that you keep to yaself
if they spoken out loud everybody can tell
you're crazy, you, yes you, you you, you're crazy x2

(bidge)
Drugs weren't a fix, just concealing his pain
& Drowning out the voices filling his brain
you're crazy, you, yes you, you you, you're crazy

She readys bath water while the kid's are asleep,
Grab an iron coat hanger as she's gritting her teeth
you're crazy, you, yes you, you you, you're crazy


Verse 3:
there's alotta dirt in my life i never told a soul
if i ever opened up, they'd prolly up & let me go
& thats my worst fear, ya know, being alone
without family & friends or a person to hold
they the memories that you keep bottled deep inside
& if you ever think about, they make you wanna cry
Like thoughts of suicide, & what's the meaning of life
see a bumb on the corner & he's needing a light
I don't mean to pass him by, so i'm being polite
but you know in your soul that he's fiending the pipe
If I feed him a light & I assist the dude
then with a twisted view, they could miscontrue
& just miss the truth
not constricting addiction, I'm killing him too
& this is on my mind while I'm chilling with you
& this is on my mind....
& this is on my mind while I'm chilling with you

gonna feel not nice if i put up what i thought was wrong with it, but there's obvious effort there, keep working hard i guess.

also the 3rd person narrative shit is stupid

Judging by this post and your first post, I'm going to assume you're just angry at the world and anyone who's better-off than you in anything that requires talent. I mean seriously, you said the greatest rapper to ever touch a microphone "will never be considered great in my book. Period." Who is honestly going to accept your opinion on what great music is, if you can't even recognize it from an established G.O.A.T.?

Say what you want as far as critique goes.

Your delivery sucks, not bad lyrics

Lol, delivery is perfect on this.

I make hiphop music.

I make real music

Lmao. It's easy to hate when you can't do any of it yourself.

Thanks for the plays. I succeed once again. You're the typa dudes that would say Sage Francis, Atmosphere and Aesop Rock are wack... lol.

Not you again.

Why is it always the uneducated prepubes that choose to reply to the topics I make? (with little exceptions)
If you don't listen to hiphop, then don't post.

Lmao. It's easy to hate when you can't do any of it yourself.

Thanks for the plays. I succeed once again. You're the typa dudes that would say Sage Francis, Atmosphere and Aesop Rock are wack... lol.

i dont know who any of those bands are you fuck. although i listen to em, dre, pac, 50, cudi, weezy. and your shit sucks. no success for you.

You're the typical bandwagon, fad-loving child that's been brainwashed by MTV and mass-media, which ultimately gives hiphop a bad name. I bet you try to dress the way you see in your favorite music videos, don't ya? Get educated, listen to music that's more than "I GET HOEZ AND MONEY YO WEEEEZYYYY"- The only good artist you mentioned was Em.

your still shit

And you still couldn't accomplish 1/5th of what I have. So what's that mean? It means you posted to get a +1, but didn't think about the fact your life is fucking terrible. Good job. Well done.

As I already stated: You're the typa dudes that'd say atmosphere or aesop are shit, lol.

isn't this the kid who got 2k hits on one of his songs and thought he had 2k fans?

i may just pass on this one.

Why do you even post this here when you can't stand getting criticism.

Do you expect us all to lie, pity you and just say: "Hey your music's good keep going with what you're doing!"

Instead you should be grateful to us for saying your music really sucks, which means you're going to have to change something in order to be more successful lol.

I love Atmosphere, I hate the mainstream rap.

But I still didn't enjoy your song.
Your lyrics are a huge cliche, this song makes me think of some white kid who wants to be Immortal Technique. I haven't listened to your other songs, but keep making them I'm sure you'll find your style.