Starting from the bottom with my head high.
Been a couple years since last I saw a man die..
That's reality, but these artists claim their bread flies..
With a degree in being fake, do I follow? Nah, instead, I -
Proceed as a fiend with packaged green in the jeans..
Believe me, I'll pass the truth, hit it and give it back, please..
Your mind might be enveloped around a girl on her knees..
But I'm trying to make a paycheck to follow my dreams..
But the thoughts of a fiend can be seen as gangrene..
When they pass from the scene to pound a bottle of lean..
Or take the needle to their arms and swallow up in greed..
I'm feeling mad myself as a decayed king..
But the world has yet to sing, I pray for the better..
On both knees as I scream, my wounds have grown wetter..
I hope the world doesn't follow due to thoughts on my ledger..
Or the means to ensure peace that I stowed in the dresser..
I wish I never met her, this world, she's too feisty..
For my liking, she fights me while mocking me nightly..
Its frightening to know what I'll do if she bites me..
Yet again, I'll get ferocious til there's flickers in the lighting..
Now those that care for me wonder why I'm so aggressive..
Its because these fake people never strive to get the message..
They just talk about whatever and swamp the youth with random stressin'..
So now I'm tired of mercy, I'll push before they could even guess it..
There, I addressed it, it is I-ah upon the gates..
To fight the devil back, I bet the battle will be great..
I hope I get to crush him, but my soul will surely break..
At least I'll prove the world that he can bleed, who will take my place?..