the feeling's

my bones are shaking my stomach is quaking my head hurts its aching i might be breaking my sight is fading stuffs trynna escape my stomach failing i want this over im waiting never elating im deflating walking down the street wondering, wanderin, lookin for da truth lookin up and lookin down cant see the forest for the trees in my youth. tell me why Everytime i step outside i see people die im letting u know there ain't no gun that they can make to kill my soul