Relax

I'm rude, fuck you,

I have the ability to do the random shit that I do.

Unlike you I have dreams to pursue.

Money drownin me like a lake.

Let out my rage for once, "God we aren't safe!"

Well fuck all this shit, you can go chop off your dick.

Go to the hospital if the idea makes you sick.

I'm lucky because I wasn't raised in an orphanage, just a crack house.

Playing hockey with pills,

Had wood over all window sills,

Dad mqde me angry,

Then he told me to chill,

I fucked up all of his stuff, said, I'm angry still.

Bitch gave me 22 minutes alone,

And I spent these 22 minutes at home,

Making a living and using cocaine as cologne.

My mom raised me well, not as much of an adict,

Put as much as I know she did crack in the attic.

Went up to her after, said, "I'm tired of that shit."

She grabbed my face, kissed it, then smacked it, and I took her face and slapped it.

Told her we're in good condition, pointed to the ratshit.

And I hung a man on the wall,

And the fan hid it all,

And this man had a future, but I didn't,

So I slit his throat, and said "good ridence."

It's these little tidbits about me, that nobody sees,

I'm like that one statue sometimes my eye bleeds...