Rappers go through depression It's sometimes hard to confess it So much anger, But we decide to hide it We have no where to go Feels like we been shot with a bow and arrow Lieing in bed Almost dead All these fears inside my head So much rage turned red No body can read my page Cause I'm bleeding on every page I speak for most rappers And For those that are in pain But it's true pain and gain And soon you will rain All over that pain