The fourth one, i like to kick around
Smoke purp anxiety stays down
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin
Rapping is my profession, i am going through a depression
Anxiety, anxiety, tripping over reality
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice
Death and anxiety have riddled my life,
New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection
Anxiety turned to anger anger to aggression,
I've met depression on numerous days
Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
I'll start a bout that will leave you in manic depression
I roam like phone with no vocal reception
Eventually leading you to depression
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