And I'm just calling it * into my life at this point,
bruh
Cause I call it death into my life every single day
And I wait for it, bruh
Cause my life is not fair, bruh
I'm upset at a circumstance,
and I'm angry at the world
And I'm stuck being a sick-ass angry kid, bruh
Balled up in the corner of every room that I enter,
bro
Sitting there alone, even when I'm with people
And it's not fair,
bro So niggas just wanna sign out for a long time,
bruh
It is what it is * happens,
but I can't even put my pain
into sentences anymore So there's
really no point in trying to express
myself on a higher level Because niggas will never sit there and try
to understand it on the level that they should,
bro
They're only gonna cope with it the level that they're at
They're only gonna cope with it in
the way that they can understand it,
bro
They're not finna understand it from
a *-up-ass perspective like mine
So when you wonder why I do *, just don't