[Lyric] Good Ole Fashioned Self-Loathing Accompanied By The Fine Art of Sarcasm (Savage Intellect (2))

Dear god, thanks for the sweet memories of…
(thank you)
PAIN infliction, emotional addiction to self-hatred
Is all I held sacred
My childhood may have seemed so simple
But sometimes I simply couldn’t take it
Striving to make it isn’t something simply done
It’s so much easier wishing live was simply done
Cause I got nothing to live for, so much more to die for
Even more to cry for, and not much to try for
No one to relate with…
And even worse
Not being able to convince those who I think I may relate with
To go out on a date with…
Ahhh, it’s so hard to focus
Especially whеn a situation just seems so hopeless
I shed my tеars on paper and hope my emotions wouldn’t notice
No longer concerned with being the dopest
Like these MCs with punchlines
But forget to tell you what the joke...is
I don’t get it, then again, I don’t want it
Life’s a ball of confusion
I’m just trying to live with it, as I live on it
And, I don’t rap about rappin’ no mo
I done did that for twenty years, so what I need that fo
And, I don’t rap about what I do
Because that’s a little too bit personal
For me to be sharing with you
I rap about what I feel and philosophical views
(WAIT, WHAT?)
Cause when it’s all said and done, all your left with is clues
Forced to search for your own
Answers, choices, beliefs and decisions
About society, humanity, addictions, and religion
OH, and did I mention, I’m a spiritual man
With enough love in my heart
To inspire god and satan to join hands
But, that’s only on my best days, which go through me like x-rays
So, I expect days of depression in succession
To be the ultimate life lesson
While most people think about their day and how to spend it
I spend mine thinking how, if and when I should end it
I need someone to talk to, try to think these things out
But, there’s no one, I’m feeling lonely
Maybe I’ll ask my brain to hangout