And breathin's overrated

stormchasin and its gettin later

I used to love her now I hate her shes a brainraider

fallin in a crater

of lost memories

im so out of hand

I dont even fuck with me

im goin trippin drunk and slippin

sleepin in ditches

switchin prescriptions

bangin a random hoe and itchin

I dont give a flyin feces

I aint one with the human species

slappin the nurse tryin to up my cc's

I fall apart

take all my pain turn it into art

blowin up a kmart and blame it all on mozart

fuck im surprised I got a deal

every 2 hours I take a pill

thats where im at,

its all surreal

I got imaginary friends

an imaginary life

an imaginary wife

and a real knife

out of here by next weekend

hung over on the dresser with my brain leakin

and I run away

from the light of day

I am not okay

my soul's a misery

I think im losin my mind

im whacked out on jack and blacked out

trapped in a crackhouse full of dddddoubt

I got guilt to the hilt

I fight tears and fears

been out for 10 years

hit a big bump up off the mirror

find me at www dot

I came to trouble you dot

come here motha fucka take your best shot

suicidal

got a lot of demons to fight

ill probably sit in a chair and put my mouth around a rifle

I feel abused to lose the blues

ill bring my booze

im in the who's who's

and dope fees and floozies in the land

preparin for news

these niggas are never choosy

the morning sun is like a sledgehammer to my forehead

and im barely here

look in the mirror every day and slowly dissappear

been through a million and 67 emotions in my short career

riddles I fear

staggered out in the street for beer awww fuck it

and I run away

from the light of day

I am not okay

my soul's a misery

my heartbeat is racin

even though im standin still I cant stop stormchasin

I stole a shell casin

so close to overdose that nite the day hurts my eyes

wishin my death to be a surprise

my life should be more

than 4 walls and a floor

but thats all that is mine

God give me a sign

cuz im tryin and dyin at the same time

im not hesitatin

just waitin

heck yeah comin with a flurry

and like the spice up in you throat

I get ya chokin like that curry

somethin bout the police and them lights that get me worried

made a lap up on that bastard in a hurry

flyin from the spirits so I got a story

the dude that taught me how to rap was ray murray

its all a can still its filled with no glory

top the killer red out at 2:30

and I run away

from the light of day

I am not okay

my soul's a misery