Must be sick in the head cause I feel I lost hope, I don't go see my fam they make me feel like a joke, tried to let them inside, to see the view through my eyes but I think we're different breeds cause they ain't seeing the signs that I'm sick and depressed and I can't handle this stress, feel like three thousand pounds sitting right on my chest, I can't move it I cant shake it, must be dying from the struggle. every day I wake my soul an empty shuttle. I dont write this for me cause others feel like this too, gotta hustle through the days when we're feeling so blue. like we're playing some chess this life the ultimate test, find out if your worthy enough for the glory that's next, yeah I'm talking heaven or hell, you either win or you fail, devil got us thinking that it's all fairytale, but this as real as it get, our king paid all of our debt, when he was nailed up on the cross and shouted it is finished