been working hard to reach goals, won't buckle from stress
but I was sent here for the struggle, and I'll suffer to death
my concepts stay focused, waiting for something to change
my progression remains hopeless, afraid I'm stuck in my waysÂ
I need a new trade ..just an idea that my company raised
problem with that, addiction is my only companies traits
I must be insane, the voice within my heads getting louder
tellin me do drugs n be a failure, but I'm failing without'em
counting the days going by, I'm twenty eight years deep
if you live and you learn, guess you graduate when deceased
i just aggravated the beast, annoying the women i love
my gene pools liquor n drugs, but cant swim when I'm drunk
and if that isn't enough, I'm drowning and hardly afloat
hoping that pcp works, because they call it the boat
a god awful approach, thats why i asked him for help
I walk around like christ, no sense in asking myself