Yo...Stotle...not everyday is going to be a good day, you know?
But keep ya head up anyway...yeah


[Verse 1]
I need a new brotha' for this black cloud to follow
It's been years of sorrow,

Not thinkin' about tomorrow, in fact,
I've been cooped up, grouped up with the pessimists
Friends strayed away from me

Vacated the premises...from putting all this emphasis on the worst result...
The women saw me cute, but my true face was showin'
Gloomy and morose, ugly as it showed

Monotonic voice, wasn't screamin' at the mountains
Instead, very timid of the outcome
Hopeless of the future, I truly won't make it

But you know what stemmed it? This function in the family, weight problems, paranoia and the enmity
Detached from everyone, attached to get a gun, suicide slept on a rhyme or two
My thoughts were my friends...came out from the shadows

Pessimism, nihilism, you name it
But that's all in the past, used to let it $#&@ wit me
Or was it second thoughts? Tryin' to have some luck with me?

Light been on my shoulders, what if it don't carry on?
Guess I gotta keep hopin', keep on holdin' strong


[Verse 2]
Some say optimists see the best in opportunities
Pessimists? Awful ambiguities

No other man...witnessed struggles I survived...
Used to dream..would I make it past twenty-five?
Now I strive to thrive every single day

Some wonder why...how did I become this way?
Despair...punished me to years in prison
Melancholy...was a bully, no ambition

Swelled thoughts, bad vibes all around
Spittin' melodies...is a remedy
More clarity, medically a recipe

Luminescence, a necessity
My enemy all along was jealousy...
Hostility...animosity...my weaponry

Pain, you can't escape, suffering, a choice
Remember that, with your voice you can lift a spirit
They need to listen, not say they heard it

It's kind of $#&@ed up, mental wounds never show
So people resort to physical, so they'll really know