Feeling Scared [2023]
• Written by Coindrop
Coindrop's Notes
Pay close attention. This is telling 5 different stories:
1. Survivors going through a zombie apocalypse to make it to the end safely.
2. Me and my friends planning to shoot up the school we hate.
3. Prisoners trying to escape.
4. Me going through challenges with other rappers trying to succeed as one.
5. Metaphorical story of me fighting my demons
Yeah,
Did you miss me?
This might be... the last chance I get
To make it to my success...
Welcome to Saturation;
Feeling so cold and scared,
Trapped here in moldy air,
I sleep my life away,
I see my wife in pain;
I’m pinned and tied in chains,
Then skinned alive with blades,
Get me out of this hellhole,
Just let go;
Ayo,
I lost track of the days that I’ve been trapped in a cage,
Seeing these walkers in my way to send them back where they came,
Keep thinking ‘bout my choices I’ve made in the past where they stay,
With creepy sounds and voices, once they attack it’s too late;
So many of them wandering, waiting to stab and decay,
Eviscerate with confidence, and splatter their brains,
I know I’m more intelligent than they are, and if that is the case,
Why do I still feel scared to face it? They grab on your legs;
I keep on pacing the room, figuring out a plan,
I keep thinking about the friends I’ve made and how it began,
We wouldn’t leave anyone behind, but how can we withstand
Tryna get through this and escape this place out in a van;
And everything I come with, there’s no way it would work,
And I think about family with all their pain, and they’re hurt,
And my anger makes it worse, everyday it’s these jerks
Coming around picking on me, so I stay more alert;
They need get schooled, I’m tired of all you just testing me,
All the failures that keep me here and they won’t let me be,
Dealing with all these principles, feeling defenseless,
Breaking more rules will only keep us in detention;
I keep watching the news, these young ones are dying,
Losing all my energy, I’m struck by the lightning,
Have a book in my pocket, once I get to the writing,
Tell my life update, or just plot to start slicing;
I keep some pictures of loved ones to remind me,
That I shouldn’t feel alone once I see others like me,
I try to make peace with them, but they love the fighting,
With just small reasonings, I’m just not complying;
I’m in this motion, it’s making me homesick,
Holding on to everything I wish I still had since these explosions,
My devotion to be where I want, no one controlling,
I see the open but once I can reach, these demons roll in;
Everyone has abandoned us, they can’t stand us,
They run away from family just to get handed guns,
Then they wanna follow me, possibly think they’re stopping me,
They’re all around my brain it makes little things bother me;
Without any apologies, they just keep on mocking me,
And I believed the non-believers wanna see me drop to plead,
But they don’t listen to what I say cuz they think I’m weaker,
They wanna doubt me in a way to where they see me shrink first;
Not knowing that they’re dumber, been infected by diseases,
Didn’t succeed getting to their comfort, injected by these heathens,
And rips ‘em to pieces, Jesus is sinning this Easter,
Imprisoned all through the seasons, see this is easily the beginning;
Feeling so cold and scared,
Trapped here in moldy air,
I sleep my life away,
I see my wife in pain;
I’m pinned and tied in chains,
Then skinned alive with blades,
Get me out of this hellhole,
Just let go;
So now I remember all the things to help me get around this,
I only get one shot at this or I’ll be dead if I miss,
I kicked the door down from detention and start shooting the heads,
Making sure the bullets hit everyone excluding the friends;
They all start running, and I never took my finger off the trigger,
We started running through the halls, no need to linger in this thriller,
I saw some cops coming down calling for backup,
And there were bullets flying everywhere, alarms and cars backed up;
We got out of the building, and we took off and ran,
The fuckers kept on chasing us as we jumped in the van,
Kept taking shots at me, but I’m the one behind the wheel,
I show them what I can do, they back away and then squeal;
Now they look like walking zombies when I had shot them again,
They keep coming back for more so I won’t stop in the end,
I use to feel very scared, to face these fears and believe,
I got away from all the trouble bitch, all these years I'm set free!
Feeling so cold and scared,
Trapped here in moldy air,
I sleep my life away,
I see my wife in pain;
I’m pinned and tied in chains,
Then skinned alive with blades,
Get me out of this hellhole,
Just let go;
