some days I just wanna up and call it quits

I feel like i'm surrounded by a wall of bricks

everytime I go to get up I just fall in pits

my life's like one great big ball of shit

if I could just put it all in to all I spit

instead I always try to swallow it

instead of staring at this wall and shit

while I sit writers block sick of all this shit

can't call it shit, all I know is i'll hit the wall

if I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits

this is it, last straw, that's all, that's it

I ain't dealing with another fucking politic

i'm like a skillet bubblin till it filters up

i'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up

blow this building up, i've concealed enough

my cup run'ith over i've done and filled it up,

the pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts

you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,

well i'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush

you dont feel it then it must be to real to touch

Bill the dutch, i'm about to tear shit up

goosebumps, yeah i'ma make your hair sit up

yeah sit up, i'm a tell you who I be

i'ma make you hate me cause you aint me

you aint, it aint to late to finally see

what you close minded fucks were to blind to see

whoever find me, is gonna get a finders fee

out this world and aint no one out their mind as me

you need peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine

all I need's a line but sometimes

I dont always find the words to rhyme

to express how i'm really feeling at that time

yeah sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

just sometimes, its always me

how dark can these hallways be

the clock stikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3

this half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper

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