Would It Be the Same?

Yeah yeah tell me where they at though I'm worried stressing up late I can't sleep Two weeks at five am till three pm I oversleep You're currently hearing this There's a great chance I'm asleep That's a fact but that's me Depressed alone Afraid and so weak I find it funny how a current tone can change the Entire mood Trying scared of what you Would do if I told you my pain Would it be the same or Would you fucking change Locked up speechless so I laugh when I say I'm depressed And in fact here's an example Yeah dude I'm depressed as fuck right now Do you feel me Nah really do you feel me If you really fucking felt me You would understand I'm hurting I bust my ass for y'all and your looking back speechless hurting My pride what a long waste of time I love you momma but goodbye I can't chance it I'ma lie In bed stressing out Scared of what's next Realizing that letting me stay was out of love not required And now I'm looking back preaching to the choir Saying that you're right because I'm really needing help Scared to call you up cuz when I say something you run To another fucking topic screaming yelling I can't stop it Now I'm stuck What to do so I rush Why I must see this view I don't know but my luck Seems to turn regardless of what is next And honestly I could guess But is what's next life or is it death and I hate think about it it honestly breaks my heart Wisdom isn't grown it is knowledge in your heart Fickle minds roam but Crippled minds search I fit the picture of both I'm young stained and parched Thirsty for love drained I'm living in a drought but Is that a personal problem or do I need to get out If I get out I fall behind falling out Of the path to success that I promised to build I'm out Of breathe Seems stress becomes effortless My essence is dying what will happen when I'm reborn To another heaven or whatever my mind allows to happen My time is really coming regardless of what is happening Habits of love given their broken I'm soul searching So hurt And so work filled I'm an old person Old stories seem like decades it's been a year shit And what happened previously is I seized out my life changed immediately I lost my mother Lost my girl Lost myself Lost my mind Insanity steady sitting on my shelf Songs play but just for me Myself To Me Tome The truth of my existence is it scripted or is it fiction I don't know but don't you get it I don't know and I'm still living I don't no I just yes Do my shit for the best Cuz I know that a check is the only thing they'll respect So I work my ass off and that's everyday Mind of a hustler and it's stuck I need to pay Attention to my mental health not to what I pay as I'm living in this maze I get lost on my own Paid the cost for a throne All alone I blame myself You don't have to do it for me You don't have to do it for me I'm worried stressing up late I can't sleep Two weeks at five am till three pm I oversleep You're currently hearing this There's a great chance I'm asleep That's a fact but that's me Depressed alone Afraid and so weak I find it funny how a current tone can change the Entire mood Trying scared of what you Would do if I told you my pain Would it be the same