This is a song about "Being goth and sad"

I'm lucky that i got a better place to call home. no longer sad and alone.

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Everyone's plotting and being cunning 

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

And i'm being motherfucking abnormal.

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

And make it rain bad before you're main sad rap

It hurts when you break your trust, sad and true

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Or perhaps sad and they forget all of bliss.

And said she'd pray for my sad, twisted soul

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