Fuck it depression ripped so deep That my soul leaking out like a nigga who took cuttin to far The pain inside is in this music Yuh my final words have not yet been said They won't be till I'm pronounced dead I hope it fast Like I said I'm not scared to catch a case I was blessed With this gift of rhyming All these both conniving My conscious is clear I'm not scared to face the grim reaper In all reality I might take his job I'm done with all these sob storys It's about time I start doing some real shit My music is a escape From this cage called life I can let my emotions out not being judged At least the by those who I know really do I'm going ghost The only thing you'll see is this disgraced face Yeah im 15 with big dreams That I'm trying to exceed "Set your goals really high and your failures will fall above everyone else's success" that's what I always said I'm typing this shit while I'm layed down in bed Yeah deep down I'm scared to love once more And being the only one who falls while the other person laughs I'm done imma chase my dreams not a bitch Imma hitchhike I come from the outside of sikeston But away from the distractions Imma live my life and y'all can hate Just know if I hear it Imma bist you in the face I aint a joke yo face turned blue you got choked Fuck all y'all dissing I got my no friends that ight cuz I got family Blood makes you related loyalty makes you family is what I've been told And that's ong This depression