48 Hours

The walls are always closing in
In this life of sin
Want to do my thing
But its hard when you got to pay the rent
Im trying man
But my fam' just don’t understand
Me
Mikey the middle child
My social life, always been feeling exiled
Too shy to show a smile
From these constant thoughts compiled
Putting me down
If I only had 48 hours to live
I would end it quick
Drive off a bridge
Screaming fuck the world
I decide when to call it quits
I used to wake up with shackles wrapped around my neck, arms and legs
A lot of fucked up shit, going on inside of my head
I used to put fuck my life
After everything I’d write
It was deep, I couldn’t pull out depressions knife
Something wasn’t right
So now to cope I ignite
The butane to the strain
That keeps the pain at bay
This is kind of becoming an everyday, type thing
Since i was framed
Denied my claim
While my back was in pain man this world is insane
Thanks to those that control our education
Causing confusion
While they slowly change our constitution
At night I lay awake by candle light
The flame never still as I write
As god as my satellite
The receptors in my mind
Stimulate the vibe
Like
Go hard or keep it smooth
I think heavy in my grove
While I calculate my next move
Instilling Plato’s teachings in what I’m speaking
Nobody practice what they preaching
Like,"Na well see him and me are not the same thing"
Right
My brain turn dynamite
To ignite
Fireworks blasting in the midnight sky
In slow mo
Wild the way the flow go
Mind on the go though
While saliva puddles on your pillow
I save the day at night
Like a poor mans batman
Motherfucker call me Zorro