So I made a mistake, I was mad. I didn't want to deal with it the way you told me too. I was calling out to the inside of me. To the roots, baby, to the roots. I've been told to enjoy the song, you know, I'm sick of listening to what they tell me. Dude, I'll never do that. Don't tell me to do that, don't wast my time.
It was a portrait of myself in the mirror, speaking to all the people that I had ever known. I'm giving up on my insides because, the number one reason is that "I don't know anyone that's happy, not one mother fucker. No One. Nowhere."
I know the whole world wants to save me but I know that they are just wasting time.... my time. I'm involved in life like it's the type of sport you play like a war, a battle of the wits, and the greatest show ever seen, or heard. I've been mad, I've been shut down and put down, I've been the biggest player on the smallest field, but not before I was hit by my strongest teammate on the oppositions side. I'm all there for sure, global. Fucking piece of shit planet, I'm not stationary, I revolve around evolving, circling what I respect, fighting the fatigue they all impose on my existence.
You seen anyone with lights cameras and action in hell?...not yet. Cause you ain't been there baby you ain't going nowhere, cause you're almost all staying