you can never truly understand my pain, subside it with the hunger for fame, one day, ill be the best in the game, swear to god its like tupacs inside my brain, and the love for rap i cannot contain, life is my jersey but its got alotta stains, i sit at this window pane looking out at falling rain, no sunshine its all a haze, its like the worlds on a 2 by 4 i just wanna break, but i know i cant, the will of a god but im just a man, i dont understand, so i question it all and look at my two left and right hands, godamn, what is my purpose, cause right now im feeling like a useless servant, god looked down at me and a failure was his verdict, my doubt in myself is a virus how can i cure it, so now i look in the mirror and i wonder why, why oh why am i alive, am i even enough to have this life, should i lay down and die, or should i still fight, what is wrong and what is right, the realization that your alone feels like getting stabbed by a knife,