I wake up finish the residue of the lean in my cup hop outta bed the depression it got me feeling dead finish my bible verses whatever God said motivated me to get that bread throw on that red another day to dread slouch down in my chair messed up hair I cant bear it bottomless pit in my feels in my head while I sit the pieces I just cant fit suicide I'm one to commit I spit deep because I have to admit this life shit I just dont fit I try so hard the target I cant hit I miss being a kid every bit nit a care in the world innocent and wit now i get lit smoke away my feelings this ain't a skit this is real life shit I repent I admit rough road ahead fuck it wrists split wrist slits look in the mirror where did my life go I can't find it