Gone

Yeah, I'm marked up with scars and ink/
and I don't wanna hear what you think/
fuck my appearance,I don't need your clearance/
all I hear when you open your mouth is static interference/
I made these decisions on my own/
like how I always drink and get real, stoned/
sippin on that liquor, smokin on that green/
shit, it'll take me half a year just to piss clean/
no need to take a number two, when you're number one/
cause this life is a game of odds, and I'm the only son/
so I had to prove that I was born to make my name heard/
even if I have to yell it from the rooftops with the birds/
I live for my pen and my paper, that's my word and my bond/
all I ask is to lend me your ear, and listen up to this song/
cause I may not have much time left, so I slow it down, hit this bong/
could be tomorrow, shit, I'll never know before it's too late, and I'm gone/