[Verse 1]
You see.. its started..


It was 10th grade, when I gained popularity
I still remember the pain of sitting in that plain library
In school waiting patitiently to know if D made it through

Cause he was one of my best friends, someone I could relate to
And I was in class at the time, when I received the bad news
Car crashed god I was so sad I could turn blue.

They had his arms stuck up on tubes, brain-dead while layin in the ICU
And nothin' drives me more insane than knowing our $$# just grew
from the video that made us famous the night, right before he passed too..

And I feel like I take all the spotlight he was about to get
I have doubt, but I felt like take the route that we would of did.
I never wanted my name to be the fame of this society

So don't place me in the flames of your varieties
I'm just trying to do something I enjoy for myself,
They say I need help, you see buts its just cause I have nobody else

So

[Verse 2]


Yo,
Looking at this rhyme book, thinkin I should just give it up

Cause I can't even write a hook,
So tell me how am I suppose to cope?
When you always all alone?

When nobody knows how you feel, in this dark room called home?
And these roads get harder to walk on as we grow?
We follow for so long, and end up fallin' off our own boats..

I can't keep swallowing the hope I don't show, and rolling paddles
that are just old and always broke.
I always did sit and wish things would've been different,

I always did sit and reminisced things would change but didn't,
But things don't change
Instantly, we're human it takes time to quit missing the past

We distant in, listen to me, Brandon I know you hear me
Every night cause you always ask for me to come near you,
You need my help for a "Plan B"

I know you falling down the wrong path lately,
You losin' track, hold your bags, you know we'll catch a better grab at, it
Eventually, don't let your head down, on these bloodsuckin' clowns

They can all get $#&@ed now.



[Verse 3]

What the hell is wrong with me? I'm being somebody I don't eve see,

$#&@ man, I don't even wanna be
But its like at times I gotta be this person, this demon deep inside of me
Just to get people off of me, when I'm feeling emotional about things

And then it always seems nobody ever $#&@in' talks to me
Or listens, unless I got something important for 'em
My dad, don't even support me or say he's proud on what I'm doin.

I lost my job and my mom is annoyed, pissed off, ignoring me
Cause I told her to go on her own
Agh..

But she has a disability, I told her to go get a job herself,
That's a diss of misery on my own mother, what the $#&@ was I thinkin,
I feel like a scum of the earth, shoved up under rocks and pounded

So smothered, I'm the most disrespectful human being, as my Grandma told me..
So uh, I can't handle, the jabs everybody holds me with..
Mom I'm sorry you know I love you with everything I got,

You know this %#@!... just... listen.