KrizzMac - Tired

Yo, I’m like a soul, trapped in this body looking for some where go, No, I got this under control, fuck it, kill myself let me throw up this rope, Woah, here we go, I’m going scitzo, I feel so delusional, oh it’s so, Small like a pixel, is that what they say when they call me to fix all, my problems, Why don’t you try to solve em?, Why don’t you revolve your world around me before you throw your arms around my coffin? Why don’t you go to the bottom of the barrel and save me from diss-stress, You’d rather be pressed about somethin that bothered you less, So don’t holler your breath, if you won’t go to the bottom of the depths, There’s no cotton to these steps, you thought that I’m depressed, Each rock, each line of meth, makes me partially blind to death, That’s why I can hardly find a breath, to function, Will I explode like combustion, My road here is rocky as I roll up and crush them, And pour all my nothing, into these beats, I’m not industry, street I’m just a kin to this speech, And when I win it’s discreet, but it’s different when I fail, It’s louder when I’m croweded by the wind in this jail, If I sin I’m in hell, when I give him a bell, he’s ringing in my mind, till I spin off the reels. Yeah, Im tired of the constant change, in me, Im winning but the darkest days, it seems, Im never gonna wake up again, my dreams, To be with god and whole from pain, I’m free If I was focused, I know I go through this life feeling less like a joke this, Mental state, of being fried, am I surprised, I was yolked with, Skinny guys like apple pies, The shit was bitter sweet, cause I was livin high but finna die, But I had plenty pride, in my sin I was tied down, I could cry now, but I don’t miss them days, Of snakes up my ass like they hissed direct at me, My wrist is wrecked today, from slitting several veins, I wrote this shit in blood, so be careful main, I’m not careful with my mains, So what makes you think I wouldn’t wrestle you, When my own vessels blew, to make me history, This is the recipie, for disaster, I was born attached to these pornographic maga-zines, And watching violent scenes, the kinda screams, That would bring you to your knees like you told your pastor, But I roll right past the, bitter thoughts, I kid you not, It’s like a fucking litter box, cause when they talk, I get rid of rocks, Cause these pussies try to squeeze these de-mons in my head, Tryna fill it up with shit while they sleeping in my bed, My peace is running red, like the hills, ima kill, Any fucker in sight who be dangling these pills, Infront of my sight, But just your luck it’s my night, to get me up on this mic, Not causing raukus, no fights, but justnmy love when I write, Yeah, Im tired of the constant change, in me, Im winning but the darkest days, it seems, Im never gonna wake up again, my dreams, To be with god and whole from pain, I’m free