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r316n - writin' in my diary كلمات الأغنية

[verse one: r316n]
lookin’ up to the sky for some f*ckin’ guidance
cause if you don’t believe in somethin’ you’ll fall for anything
call myself an alien cause i hate human beings
really we’re just zombies, humans have obviously been f*ckin’ extinct
for the past century, your life is an illusion peeps
this sh*t is fantasy, you’re stuck in a world of daydreams
support that bullsh*t cause you have no knowledge
you’re funding a cause that puts more money in the rich’s paws, and
millions die everyday from starvation
no clothes, so they get too cold whenever the temperature’s droppin’
but, these f*ck n*ggas blowin’ money like it’s not sh*t
braggin’ to the poor, like i just spent 600k on a car and a necklace
but if you got caught up on your bullsh*t wit’ a question like:
“what do you do for the community?” you’d be f*ckin’ shook like dice!
if you actually worked hard for ya’ dollars and didn’t boast, that’s fine
but that ain’t the case, you n*ggas were handed your wealth entirely
“sign a contract and hand ya’ life over
and all ya’ materialistic wishes may soon become yours
you’re on our side now, don’t worry no one’ll ever find out
this is the opportunity of a lifetime, don’t turn back now!”
destroyed a generation, corrupted society
postin’ dumb sh*t on fb is as addictive as nicotine!
can’t be yourself, pretendin’ to be someone else
so you aren’t blown away in this cold wind, you just want friends
well, is it worth it? peer pressure is a motherf*cker
but motherf*ck that! can’t let it change who you are as a person
just cause the sun shines, it’s still a dark world outside
get ya’ f*ckin’ umbrella, it’s finna rain tonight

[hook: r316n]
life sucks, i despise it so f*ckin’ much
without rap, i question what the f*ck i’d have left?
school leaves me joyless, but i still struggle to keep my grades above average
to impress my family, but it ain’t doin’ sh*t for me
outside of school, i stay locked in my bedroom
writin’ down cuss words, to get away from my problems
all i f*ckin’ do is rhyme, aspiring to get signed
it’ll probably be this way until the end of time

[bridge: r316n]
writin’ in my diary (x3)

(yo)

[verse two: r316n]
the struggle is real, best believe that sh*t
when i look up to the sky i never get any acknowledgement
the pain is constant, will it ever end? i’m steady wonderin’
sick of this sh*t, haven’t been genuinely happy since the age of six
there’s no escape i’m trapped in this f*ckin’ state
my mind-state is f*cked, but somehow i still keep faith
the u.s. is a disgrace, everybody is overweight and underminded
just stuck in their f*ckin’ television everyday
who determines what makes someone attractive?
cause gettin’ ya’ hair and nails done ain’t always the answer
reality tv may portray sh*t differently
but f*ck that! what you need is some f*ckin self-esteem!
(yo)
how the f*ck can anyone follow good when n-body’ll lead
subliminal messaging done f*cked up your subconscious mind completely
with my lyrics, leave you questioning sh*t like the shining
hopefully i open some eyes wide, cause honestly

[bridge: r316n]
writin’ in my diary (x3)

- r316n

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