I Don’t know if I’m gonna make it All these people they want me to fake it Not sure how much more my soul Can take if I don’t call 911 and get put in a straight jacket Por favor. Ignore the sounds of my mind on edge Wrap a blindfold round my head so I know privilege First world problems... yet it hurts like hell. I’m falling off the wagon, or have I already fell. Walls closing in on me, it’s getting hard for me To see, To breathe to be... anything more than a shell Of the, person that I used to be. What’s ruining my destiny? Is it my daddy leaving me? No Is it my mommy disowning me? No Is it my papa+ 30 dying B? No It’s my own fault I’m failing see... Oh Is it raising 4 kids half my age? No Is it them that makes me rampage? No Is it their fault I don’t have a family? No It’s my own fault, got no plan B. Oh Repeat End with 8 bars of freestyle