making it

I'm seven joy the stranger people see good in me like laughter always sad like a goodbye letter tried shit no different after I've been deceived I've been revived but I died again there's thin line holding me back from being a hooligan so many nights I prayed that god would make me whole again vexation of the spirit it was all in vain the only blessing I count on is the blood in my vein in this world a man's action is his only god dreamed of being rich dreams don't buy gold and I'm getting old so is the same speech sorry papa I understand when you preach it's just it's too late for me there's no breach for me to make it out of this living hell I'm living dead inside ain't no envy no pride what makes happy? well I'm a zombie in love with brain when it's sloppy giving brain giving brain you're a smart girl you won't be lonely even if it's for money there are shit you could buy don't just say goodbye you could make a living I'm striving to be a better man with a better plan doing the best I can pointless it's so effortless to just give up I'm fed up call the feds up to no good when I can't take it no more my heart core cracking causes some hardcore raping I'm a smartass moron ain't that an oxymoron it's kind of hard to move on when you can't soften up but I got to make it all I see is up like them bubbles in a 7up I'm seven Joy