Sick Schket

 
i jus keep rappin n writin it all down  
spillin my guts like i’ma bout to skip town  
makin plans dreamin bout the west coast  
so see ya later but then again maybe i won’t  
 
obsessin over voices spillin outa my head  
can’t fkn focus on my work for more thana min  
tryna rhyme everythin like a neurotic compulsion
my own predispositions are fkn revolting  
 
like who do i think i am, somethin fkn holy  
that’s laughable when i’m so fkn toxic n lonely  
bored with this life n can’t stop yappin about it  
wanna tell them all to fuck off n get fkn violent  
 
wish i could share this all with someone anyone  
wish i had support like that for ev’ry last word  
but i don’t and if i’m bein honest it’s obvious  
that it’s too much to ask of any one person  
 
they say it takes a village but i was abandoned  
so i’m left here fillin up this page likea loose cannon  
never meant this for you, never meant to be heard  
just so used to workin this fkn shit out on my own  
 
doesn’t hit the same when it’s my own feelins i hurt  
but now i’m tryna reach out n find some self worth  
wanna have friendship then i gotta be a friend too  
n it’s alota work but i’m tryna push through  
 
wonderin if it’ll ever be worth the effort i put in  
maybe i’m takin this whole thing alil too serious  
maybe my lack of friendship is a conspiracy  
more likely it’s justa self-fulfilling prophecy  
 
what do i expect when it’s the dark that i’m feedin  
say i wanna get better but do i actually really  
or am i enjoyin this new low where i been dwellin
ya might wanna step tf back, gimme some distance