Category : Songs

Sub Category : Rap

[Verse 1]
Here I go again
Back on the road again
Drank a few bottles of gin
To suppress the pain, I'm in
In my core it feels like a snake biting
I have tried, tried to keep fighting
Tried my very best to stay alive an'
Eventually my troubles came up to me, slapped me with a stock and severed my fucking arteries
Now with every song I write I try to express the art in me, like a butchers knife my lyrics is carving deep
Sitting on the electric chair trying to restart my heart from sleep
Get a beat on the monitor, flying gleam 
Holding onto my words dearly, eventually it'll kill my self-esteem
Had a gun to my head multiple times, I pulled the trigger barely
Now I live in this misery trying to get by without sparing shit 
In the end I'll end up under a train and this whole tale will be a tragedy
Every moment I'm awake feels like a bullet entering my brain, waiting for death I try to stay sane...

[Hook] ×2
Been living in this hell too long
Drinking to ease the pain too strong
Hoping someone will hear my song
Been living in this hell too long 

Been living in this hell too long
Drinking to ease the pain too strong
Hoping someone will hear my song
Been living in this hell too long ...

[Verse 2]
Honestly sometimes it feels like the devil bottled me, placed me in a jar and left me out to write an apology 

Looks like my fate was written into my astrology, eventually this premises I will vacate, maybe the fucking moms are right because the new youths vaccine is contaminated with hate!
Things have gone to shit, now if you accidentally offend someone or dare to touch them the whole town sings like ravens "RAPE! RAPE!!"
I'm fucking done with this life, tomorrow will be my death date

[Hook] ×2
Been living in this hell too long
Drinking to ease the pain too strong
Hoping someone will hear my song
Been living in this hell too long 

Been living in this hell too long
Drinking to ease the pain too strong
Hoping someone will hear my song
Been living in this hell too long ...

[Verse 3]
For once I don't have a thing to say to make a difference in this shit mate.
Because it seems everyone in this world is too different to look at the real problems facing our race.

They say scars have a story behind them, well my wrists are full, do you want to hear them?
Every one telling of a night wishing of a place where I can be myself and just listen, my life is a painting and half of it is crimson 
I guess I owe an apology for everyone dear to me for some reason, sorry for being an absolute dim wit
I found one word to describe myself: Treason
My mind is like a slave to depression, some yelling free them some kill the heathen
Feels like nothing in my life was worth a thing, no one to believe in
Sorry for living, I just want to go back to sleeping
Life like a rope around my neck, stopping me from breathing
Every time I wanna express my emotions my demons stop me from screaming
I've had enough of this shit, 4.7.2019 that's when my life is leaving...