Track 6

It's a mad rat race

Your nerves are shot

You drive your body beyond its fatigue point

No one wants to be around you!

You don't even want to be around yourself!

Your eyes are baggy

Your face is ugly

And you make everybody sick

I treat life as a game

Everyday's the same

They say it's a gamble

But all I see is pay

They say slow down

But all they do is scramble

One day I'll understand

What is this a game of scrabble?

I don't see what's so hard

Knock on the wood for the jinx

They say it'll change in a blink

The weakest chain of the link

Another brick in the wall

Another ice in the drink

One thing you can over do

Isn't time, it's over think

It's a game

Who knew

It's a shame

Good for you

Everything I need's escaping me

And everything I dream is chasing me

Give me a chance to breathe

And accept what's facing me

I swept my issues under the rug

I need a win more than a hug

I'm begging for attention

A slight smile or some love

Clip my wings

But never my spirit

I'd die over my pride

Ego's my biggest weakness, I might as well stay inside

I'm trying to find hiding places

Shadows consume their faces

I'm left in the dark wandering and wondering

Running around in paces

It's a game

Who knew

It's a shame

Good for you

No one will fucking tap in, man

Like I'm a fucking dancer

Is everyone avoiding me, man

Cause I'm a fucking cancer?

Not my date of birth

My control, over myself

I said: "GET TOP ON THE PHONE!"

And no one fucking answers, man it's-

Fucking up my health

I can hear my blood rising

Gotta do all this shit myself

Make the covers, the beats

Build the foundations and the shelves

The trophy's, and the wealth

Hold all the cards

And I'm the one who's gotta dealt

But I'm not a god damn dealer-

A kid who just loves himself

I make all my own problems and my own issues

And I drink and smoke up what I misuse

In the mirror, man, imma diss you

He's the only one that can make fun of me-

(Yo shut the fuck up!)