#rapfame #truereligion #hiphop #2022 #texas #funkytown he so aggravated they cant stand to be around me i keep my self isolated no one surrounds me in his head this wars pounding stands tough tha floor grounds me as life bounds me fuck im done im dismounting tired of scrounging around lookin down hes lost and never found feelings camouflaged hes damaged and flawed as he suffers the snakes applaud hes tired uninspired he grabs the gun and fires another misfire hes no fun alienated he feels shuned put out everydays a rerun i shout god i need this life redone been fucked since it begun all this pain i cant outrun i triy not to let it win but it won i become one with the pain mergred together called it insane wraaped in tha chain forever no escape pull the lever release all this pressure in my brain all his memories just go down the drain of life its over his head spun right off his shoulders he holsters a life sober but cant seem to get to his feet bodys like boulders to heavy to rise he tries and crys he cant reach the prize flys are buzzin as he dies turning cold he says his last goodbyes facing his demise eyes closed he dies the new arises eyes woke they mesmerize as he rises from live smoke he aint havin it he wont die broke hes winnin with every line wrote grinnin as he skins nine goats hes hugry runnin through u fuckin haters puttin u under me hear his thunder his roar his screams of pain in scars he wore couldnt cover up the war he waged on his self so many years alone watching the world from a shelf trying to find his self that hes lost hes paid the cost please just give me back what i lost