stressed n depressed like an elephants on my chest i wanna live like charmin have more not less in a mess i must confess inside outside u can see it like a vest im sorry for what i am I'm so sorry for who i am so ryy for what i became n im sorry that im the one to blame all theese years i never seen it the same now the only thing is pain that remains in the brain over n over qgian always loose never win sitting n wondering when the fuck will it end is this life real or am i dead is this real or all a dream instead spitting white gold shining like a light pole bout to unload n unfold like a knofe pulled flowing ice cold a lost soul on a iced rd use to to think i have no control n i might go off the ledge to tell my pops hello then hear a voice it says son hell no your on track a rough patch just dont let go make it through this last turn and youll be on a roll but ive been trying i aint got much left in my soul but i aint dying so to the coward i say lets go its time for war to see whos the best me vs you for you to relieve this pain in my chest this time im fighting hard and putting you to rest sorry for the one who has to clean up the mess but its time for me to do my best n eliminate the rest in with the new out with the old it is what it is and sycos truest feelings and storys are about to unfold