I’ve had some dark day and the memories are haunting, friends abandoning while my enemies are taunting, I sit and think about where I stand in this fucking world, comparing life to a job that’s known to suck and hurl, it blows to the point where I wanna blow my brains, now I’m sitting reminiscing on my lows again, people like to judge thing is they don’t know my pain, there’s a known saying but it’s hard for me to show my gains, still I walk around with my head up, telling those with the bad stares just to get fucked, waiting for reactions to react myself, clinched fist waiting just to smack them out, scars from the past break through my knuckles surface, when I have a bad day I feel fuck all’s worth it, even on a good day what is there to live for, the world is so corrupt I’m just wishing I could give more, nothing goes to plan I await a tragic ending, I was on a narrow road but wait the traffics bending, I’m going off track I need a narrow escape, I’m just waiting for my hit from the arrow of fate

I’ve had my down days when I’m feeling so damn worthless, struggle for the answers god I ask what’s my purpose, after all these years I still don’t even know, I’m waiting for the fans to say Dilz don’t needa go Letter to my life so I’m starting it with “Dear bitch”, got some things to say so I’m hoping that you hear this, when my death occurs you’ll think that my chapter ends, but I’ll leave behind a legacy I’ll come back again. x2

I’m giving bad impressions rapping all these dark words, but I get this feeling where I’m trapped and then heart bursts, feels like I’m living in the world with the lights off, people getting mad cus I’m saying I won’t write soft, monsters in my head like the track I did with Eedee, independent living with a massive twist I’m needy, last year of college and I’m scared of moving forwards, I can’t have a dream so I think I’m using yours, lost in my thoughts with no sense of direction, hatred for the parliament and senseless elections, attention as tension is stressing me out, walking down this path but I guess I’ll reroute, it’s a long road ahead but I don’t know where I’m heading, I wanna be forgetting so I need a different setting, moving out of home I admit I’m scared as fuck, if I wrote this shit on paper I’ll probably tear it up