Sylma

Oh my Lord what can I say?

There's a lotta shit to cry about every day

My mom and dad are fighting and my little brother's sick

All I can do to deal is rhyming and get high for a kick

But it's more like a spell when i'm stuck in this hell

It's a mental prison cell where i'm doomed to fail

My mind state is frail, and I'm looking for a lost trail

It's the stresses of life that make me feel less male

 

Oh my Lord what can I say?

There was a lotta shit to cry about every day

But now I can finally be at peace

The cold chill of life has turned to heat

I can't believe I'm on the verge of paradise

Now I am free from the monotony of working life

 

Oh my Lord what can I say?

There was a whole lotta shit to cry about everyday

But I'll never get to rap again with my friends

Chilling in my room bragging about a Benz

While my mom made dinner tho it was microwave

She always made it with love and made sure I ate

Never get to laugh and make bad jokes up

Never complain after work while we all toke up

Aww who am I kidding this might just be worse

That was hell but at least I could feel hurt

And love and happiness, this bland feeling here

feels like sadness I'd rather go back to Earth, with it's madness.