He's wondering what the foreign noise is

It's getting harder for him to ignore the voices

The more he fights em, the more they're boisterous

He's thinking life is optional..

..and hoping his attempt to take his life ain't botched and all..

..the friends that never gave a damn about him lose oxygen..

..and lay in the box with him

He's searching for the light and he knows that it's not within

The time on the watch is ten..

..live rounds in the Glock is ten..

..just in case the lives are nine..

..and he's taking a shot again

Realised he could end it in more creative ways

Take the pain of blade in vein..

..or blood marinated brain

On the edge of a bridge with nobody to protest jumping

Takes the leap backwards, he don't wanna see his death coming

On the way down he regrets something

I should have never written this in third person

I should have let em look me in the eyes through the lines while the words hurting

I would have listen to mama saying to expect miracles, if they were certain

I'll rise again

Tried smiling for them to see that I'm happy x4

Skyping with a reverend

I'm seeking repentance

Its not my fault man see

Life just got the better

Of me and see i cracked under pressure

I used her baby for blood money without getting caught red handed thats an irony that's messed up

A refnol and pistol by the dresser

I walk around smiling like i am not the devil

But my spirits heavy its why I'm out here yarning with you rapping a confessional

And father you professional

That means you can't tell no soul

No nun no priest no cop no pope

Can't tell em how i move a body in a volvo

But can you tell em how the demons eating me down to my soul

My thoughts are full of could i would i should i had i knowns

My choices either jail or use a ruger or a rope

A billion times I'm hailing mary if you tell me so

And if not man just help me tell God its my time to Go

Storm rise

Curtain fall

I am sure that you've seen it all