A lot of people have been asking me lately, why are my songs depressing? Well, the answers simple, its who I am, and you cant change that. So all haters can $#&@ off... (verse 1) why do I write, the same reason I dont see the light. Im crippled by fright. Fear, whats it mean to have fear? For me it means being overwhelmed and not being able to see clear. You ask me why I write depressing songs? No matter what I say you wont know, you wont know what its like to be trapped below, no room to even breathe, no room to even think, I must be on the brink of a mental breakdown, so im lashing out with a lyrical shaketown, because all this dictators ever had was a fake crown. Ask me to chill out, what the $#&@ do you think im trying to do? Do you think I wanna complain and pout? $#&@ no, i just have to let my feelings go. They compel me to fight, thats why I excel when I write. All you think this is some kinda joke? This is my life, and its getting $#&@ed up by satan with a knife. That creates deep hate, and I still cant stop eating off this cheating snakes plate. Its like I fall for it every time, thats the true reason I have to rhyme. It helps me to vent, its the best way to get my message sent. I try to get by, but at the end of the day, all I have left to do is pray. I cant run away, I cant hide, theres no $#&@ing end to this ride, but I solemnly vow, I will kill my ocd some day, somehow. Its impossible for me to live in the now. Yu have no idea what its like to have the urge to make dire decisions each day forced down by satans might. This %#@! is no joke, it makes me wanna choke, this %#@! is real, not science fiction, im a $#&@ing living contradiction. This is no lie, when I write, this is the real reason why, you have no idea what its like to be me and get by.
(refrain) I cant change my face, I cant change my views, I cant change my opinions, and I cant change my likes. I dont know how to stop hating !@()s, I dont know how to stop standing up for my rights. The way I walk, the way I talk, its gonna stay the same.This is who I am destined to be, this is who I am, this is me.
(verse 2)

A lot of you complain about me ranting about my pain, let me tell you, if I dont, i'll $#&@ing go insane. Ready to snap, any moment I may break, ive reached the limit of what I can take, im like a fallen angel fighting off demons from hell, with only my lyrical skill and my shell. I dont give 3 flying $#&@s what you think, if you make fun of ocd, ill bash your skull into a $#&@ing sink. You dont know the meaning of the word suffer, but the more I endure it, the more I get tougher. But the road ahead only gets rougher. You think im some (*##$, $#&@ with me, see if youre lucky enough to not wind up face down in a ditch. I try to be kind, but you push me, ill give you more than a piece of my mind. Back against the wall, I have to stand and fight it all, even though I constantly feel like im gonna fall. My weapons getting dull, and the demons never stall. But fight on I must, even if ive lost all trust. I dont have a gift, I have a curse, and the more i give in to it, the more it gets worse. But it'll never put me in a herse, because it cannot kill, just tortures you and expects you to pay the bill.from now till the day I die, it will never get its fill. It tortures the mind just for the thrill. I wasnt born this way, but now im a soldier, going to war with everything, never knowing what the future is gonna bring.
(refrain)
Im not taking anything back, and now its time to pick up the slack and clear out this mental plaque. No regrets, no remorse, im gonna take everything back with force. Till the day I die, ill always be reppin for no one but my crew, and to stop that there aint nothin you can say or do. By the time youre finished listening to this, ill be standing behind you, breathing down your neck, saying, guess who? Dont even say no sack, because im already towering over behind you like shaq. A master lyricist when I rhyme, im flippin out on all you !@$)s on a dime, and by the way, you sound $#&@in gayer than a wind chime. You also look gayer than a tranny from hell, are you a boy or a girl? I cant really tell. Woops, sorry, was that my fist hitting your face? I mustve tripped and fell. You cant stop what youve got coming, speaking of coming, I $#&@ed your girl till she stopped humming. That right, hate my guts, cuz the only thing youll ever succeed in doing, is kissing, my, nuts. Peace out man !@#%s. Blow me till im dry, and you start to cry.