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let me say some sh-t on my mind lately
cause if i didn’t spit i would go crazy
cause on the daily, i feel i’m trailing
friends i follow and enemy’s play me
well i hope so anyway, so they know the things i say
even if they don’t know they’re directed their way
but i’m okay, though in my room i stay
as thoughts they stray towards better days
what i say is not a lie
but the day my mother died
i became other guy
so if you wonder why, i barely go outside
inside i’m not fine
and i’m too shy, sick of living a lie
just trying to get back to basics
mistakes i’ve made, i’m trying to face em
faith in people i’ve wrongly placed in
reciprocated by my hatred
got to let go of that
get back on track
plot it out, make a map
straight back on the attack
but lately shadows are clouding my vision
and the words i’m writing, not even i listen
and i fall back into my depression
like in school sat at the back of lessons
always felt alone my whole life
that’s why i know ill never have a wife
even with my family even with a sibling
just stay away from them instead of squabbling
always thinking what’s the matter with him
as inside my mind, yea its like a prison
yet i stay on my mission under these conditions
cause hoping and wishing never achieved anything
but neither did inadequacy
so angry inside i lost my ident-ty
the guy i portray every day isn’t me
we would never speak, if you ever got too meet
the guy i try to keep inside of me
a side of me that you’ll never see
if i let him out, true i might feel free
but then i’ll be alone and have n0body
that monster, wants to, leave this place
just use this music to get sane
never intended to gain any fame
but the fact remains that if any came
would want every ounce so my life would change
not that i don’t want this life i’m living
but i would be lying if i wasn’t admitting
want the fame for my name, though thats not why i’m driven
want to make stuff i like, like music that i listen
so am i copy or is that just inspiration?
if i write the same lyrics is that parallel thinking?
or am a copy, the fake that i hate
want to be wanted
not for riches to be flaunted
but if i had it wouldn’t i flaunt it
just to show i’m good at something
doesn’t matter what it comes with
doesn’t matter all the pain it could bring
-desperate to be the best at anything
yea, cause i’ve never been
confidence not shattered its devastated
because the only person that i’m really hating
is myself because i’m pathetic

yea i said it

i know its ridiculous that im spitting this
a kid from rammy, who had everything given him
making music though he can’t sing, yea give it in
for f-ck sake man its so embarr-ssing
like when someone brings it up in conversation
want to brag but i go into my sh-ll then
put the album back on the shelf then
its not for you, is so my problems can be dealt with
cause i can’t talk to strangers, that ain’t right
at least in real life, only on the mic
so am i the most honest person i know
or is it a facade? is it just for show?
projecting an image i think you should see
when in reality i don’t know what’s the real me
yet the trait i hold dearest is my honesty
but how can i be honest when i don’t know what the truth is
this album isn’t going to matter after next week
but that doesn’t matter if it matters to me
trapped in the past but how history will remember me
cause i feel like the villain in my own life story

- henry taylor

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