Lyrics: Excuse me ma'dam, can i pull you aside, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to take you out tonight, she had flowing blond hair, with them hazel eyes, damn the way you leave me hypnotized, i want to make you mine, not like these silly guys, who fuck around and cheat, then mess up more with all those pitty lies, trust me these arn't pitty lines, and dont pitty mine, dont be stupid rhyme, shes the go out and prove it kind, almost sold my soul away, almost signed that dotted line, crazy how I got prescription glasses, but still I walk around blind, to the people trying to blindside me, im too polite I, put others before myself, even if id die, why the hell you think im a fire fighter, try to fight this, but you cant fight this fire, its my desire to be the goat, to inspire hope so let me put some effort fouth, heres a toast, to being diagnosed with depression, ADHD, BI polor, PTSD, I got agression, not to mention, the anixiety has me feeling reckless, i cant sleep so i've been restless, quick to snap, I am not to mess with, Latley I've been stressing, and the stress seems endless, I just want to end it, darkness looming around, praying on my down fall, to befall me, but im not scared, fuck a withdraw, I won't stand down, in a constant mental stalemate, and its slowly wearing down my fail safe, dont really feel safe, in my own space, you'll probably catch me spacing out, with an open mouth, probably thinking abourt, what to write down, sorry i just zone out, but i guess im i my zone now, remember watching 50 on MTV, I feel old now, remember thinking that, I want to rap, be like that, just want to give back, to the same community, that gave me so much crap, told me that im trash, Though it was rash at the moment, but all of that hating, turned to potent, emotion, chains to yhe beast broken, wildin out, whats the matter?, I dont wanna talk about, you better open your damn mouth, and tell me what this is about, then i start to talk, I dont know doc, im just tired guess ill just walk it off, then go get drunk, hit the dabs till i hack up a lung, wake up hanging off my sofa, still barley solber, got a mean hang over, then i go hang over,. the sink, look in the mirror, and let my thoghts flow in, talking shit to me, better watch your tounge, before i have to chop it off, and the silent sneak dissing, half ya'll cant even rap at all, its sad as all hell, what the hell is wrong with, all the uncle tom, ass rappers tryna come at me wrong, #RJTB #RealJTB #saucegangent @rapfame_official @modernemcee @rapfame_ar_team