Numb the Pain

I\'m feeling like I\'m boxed in.

I\'m feeling like I\'m jailed in my own brain.

Dozing on some sleeping pills.

I don\'t give a damn if this stuff kills.

I ain\'t free.

No, I\'m still a slave of this depression.

I ain\'t free.

Popping bottles just to numb the pain.

Man, I\'ve been through a lot and I\'m tryna numb the pain.

People die in front of me with none to do.

I\'m young and traumatized, voices screaming in my head.

They all crying for my help, and my hands are tied.

I don\'t wanna see the terrors that I see.

I don\'t wanna see another woman killed.

I just wanna come across some real men loving women...

Protecting the ladies that are raped everyday.

No, it doesn\'t need to have a reason.

I know, it doesn\'t start from how they dress.

Men are trash, and the graves are the trash bins.

Yaaah... you all derseve a life sentence.

Naaah... you all derseve an execution.

We losing mothers to abuse, \'cause of drunk fathers.

The authorities overlooking, they all paid for nothing.

When we take over the law, we the wrongdoers.

Stop killing our women, and stop... women abuse.

I\'m feeling like I\'m boxed in.

I\'m feeling like I\'m jailed in my own brain.

Dozing on some sleeping pills.

I don\'t give a damn if this stuff kills.

I ain\'t free.

No, I\'m still a slave of this depression.

I ain\'t free.

Popping bottles just to numb the pain.

Sometimes it doesn\'t matter who you are, or where you from.

How many times you do a favour for your best of friends.

Much of respect you give is thrown out through the window.

The lives you go protect are always absent when you struggle.

See, life will teach you lessons with the people that you trust.

When you think it\'s all alright... They jus\' quickly fade.

When you thinking she\'s your ride or die. She breaks your heart.

I wrote this on a trip to Paradise... I\'m still on the road.

The world is dozing on some purple sprite... sleeping on us.

Everytime he says \"I stream your songs\", lying to us.

We never see our conscious blowin\' \'cause the world is bogus.

I wanna secure the money bag - and stay focused.

I read books and red bulls, I\'m sky high.

Mount Everest, southside, call it a living.

With gun powder on every street we losing souls.

The cops are attending bribes, before the crime scenes.

I\'m feeling like I\'m boxed in.

I\'m feeling like I\'m jailed in my own brain.

Dozing on some sleeping pills.

I don\'t give a damn if this stuff kills.

I ain\'t free.

No, I\'m still a slave of this depression.

I ain\'t free.

Popping bottles just to numb the pain.