BaLaNcE

Hook

I’m going over the edge. Cuz I let myself to unlock all the dark I got trapped inside of my head. I just keep piling on all the burdens. So I just struggle, and die a little on the inside, but I’ll smile on the surface

Get on those knees and worship. Cuz now I’m in control, you ain’t getting it back. I’m just tired of the drama bullshit. So let me state the facts. The way life got me going lately got me hanging on by a thread. Sometimes I wonder if it would hurt if I stuck a knife into my neck. Cuz I do all these good things thinking I’ll get the good karma back. But in the end I’m gasping to breathe, cuz I get backstabbed. Despite all that being traumatic. I’ll still get out of grasp life has on me. And carve my own pathway away from mental tragedy. So I’m cliffside on my tiptoes now. But it’s getting windy outside, I’m starting to lose my balance

Hook

Music got me through high school’s bullying and tribulations. I would try to befriend anyone but they kept hating. So now they try nowadays but I push them away without hesitation. Cuz making music for me is medication. For my minds demonic appropriation. Music is therapy

I try to put people into other artists, not just my vibe. But they sleep on the selection I give them saying it’s not fire. They say they don’t understand Jelly Roll. They say Hopsin is too corny. Tech N9ne shouldn’t be on anyone’s pedestal. I show them Hollywood Undead and they say “that it isn’t for me”. Cuz they make music to talk to your soul and mental health. Not my fault your favorites talk about the wealth. How many bitches they bought a Gucci belt. Not my fault society bred me to be insane. Just like slim. They wanted me to feel all the loss and pain. Like NF did. Not I’m gonna lose my shit. So now I’m never gonna back down from a challenge. Cuz I need to save music and restore the balance