Dreams and Depression: The Unani...

My life has no meaning, I don't have no feelings. Hiding my secrets,

Just staring at the ceiling, hoping depression begins healing,

They advise on believing, but I keep on dreaming,

About the lies and shit those teachers be deceiving.

I feel like leaving, why is there no one dealing with me?

Just going to meetings, even though they don't leave in me peace.

But the truth is, it does causes my self esteem to decrease..

 

Here I sit feeling pretty dejected, spoke the truth on my mind The World still rejected.

Tell me fate, why do blockheads with spray tans even get elected.

Fuck this system, I wanna be big one day have people acknowledge my wisdom.

Here I am a hidden gem in a trough, dream of Stardom, neglected.

But more like a future with hands covered by bread dough.

Guess I gotta take this into my own hands, and erect a monument of fame this Hell can't withstand.

 

I'm walking in the rain, feel the anger in my veins.

My potential's locked up in these chains all this toxicity implemented.

Tryna speak up but the voice and the pipe don't stay connected.

I was insecure but when these "friends" asked to help I relented.

But now I regret it, I should've told them "Get the Fuck Away!"

If you're not here to help, then you'd better not stay.

So get the "Fuck Away" before I do me and leave you slayed.

Depression got me negative but my Hopes of Stardom were never flayed..

 

I just wanna give up cause I lost my way, but I can't.

At the end of the day, music acts as a vessel for me to rant.

I wanna be famous instead of just dreaming of the Stardom,

So tell me God, does it have a cost?

Defeat and Depression, I call myself Hailstorm cause they left me Frosted.

I feel like snapping, it might leave me in pieces just like a certain gauntlet.

Immense power needed to climb this tower.

Do I have to scream it? I hope I'm not alone cause this voice can't go any louder.

I ain't afraid of the burdens and consequences, but deep inside,

If I don't keep on dreaming the voice inside of me will cower.

 

I'm called Fatality, cause they know I lived through extreme brutality

At many times it had driven me to near to God Damned insanity,

Some points in my life I thrived happily, living a dream-

With my friends and family, now I don't know what to do,

Cuz you mother fuckers only give advice, while I'm crying through the whole night.

Why does life have to be such a tough ride?!

Would you niggas just pick one side, whether it's mine or tryna peek under my hide?

All this shit and deceiving surfaces messing wit' my mentality,

Convincing me, it's all gonna end in a tragedy. 😞