Sometimes, in this one life, it's hard to get through I have a Kleenex box full of issues

Some rhymes are tissues Was a hater like, hi, let me diss you

Instead of introduce, who never had nothing to then lose

Lost a job, maybe more than what is viewed On this week's issue, said something to a bitch who

My face was ripped through Told someone, if anyone talks to me like that

Your face, I bit chew Now I can't find a stable job, the legs on table sawed

This ain't no fable talk, I'm capable to take a loss

Used to say these aren't my fault, now I say these are my faults

Openin up, what's displayed in vault No hate for y'all, spirit masked, I'm taking off

Bipolar can't define me, running from past time See, like I'm taking off

Don't wanna work like, take the day off Now I'm back up and get low pay resolved

Thanks Ma and Pa for taking in me, one day I'll pay you off

Can't wait till I paid you off, I remain just soft

Tough is not my way at all, when I'm mic'd up Not in disarray, not gang involved

Insane, deranged, mine is astray, I'm lost With this rap thing, I don't play, I display evolved

Sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes

Sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, this is how I feel

I'm no gangster or poser, if you hold my shoulders I'm bad and poker

I'll fold over, this back to out the ashes smoldered

No taking shots, no action, no holster Nice but mean with the mic, hold near

Bipolar, message I spoke clear It's my curse, cure, and what's so endeared

To my heart, I hold it quite near Only would fight if me or my family's in danger

Me, you wouldn't like to see angry and release anger

Overheads light with bars, but vicious fish, that's an angler

Pray every day when demon or angel Getting better at handling things you may know

My son's my number one, especially when summer day shows

Sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes

Sometimes, this is how I feel

Need to save cream for my son so him, I can go see

And have some fun

Gotta buckle bootstrap down and get those funds

Gotta take off the dunce, climb out the muk

Stinky sewage gunk

If I had a pokeball, I'd give up

Life's a bitch, then we die

Enough

We gotta make it for us

Sometimes, I love rappin

Fingers snappin

Can't be on ones or twos, but hand clappin

Music theory I could bring, tip of hat seen

No tricks with this rap thing

Serious, no acting

Usually off the dome spazzing

Goes so long, I get my head sprained

I need an aspirin

When it comes to women, I'm anti-game

Don't know what to do, or how I'm interacting

When I fill my verse, the time's still standing

Sometimes, sometimes

This is how I feel