Self-Mutilation Lyrics

I'm a loser, composer of some confusion

Shed my body tissue, I need a blood infusion

Using over the counters

I guess I don't amount to the racehorse of resilience

I'm too afraid to mount her

I'm proud of

What I did, double check, it's not a fib

Take a knife out the kitchen draw, slice my carotid

People talk about this life but it's not as good as it gets

When the going gets tough, for the exit, make a blitz

Setting the bar in hopes to touch stars

Black does crack cause I got all these scars, in awe

If there's really a god, please send me a sign

Show me your face, let me see who you are

Where you at while I'm peeling my flesh?

Edges to melanin

Blood splattered on desks

Corrupted, incendiary, I'm downing the Bloody Mary

I'm very discouraged, man I'm under duress

Oximetry tachycardic

Self-harm, it's been applauded

Bandaids and brace in the wooden cabinet because I bought it

Grab the reigns to grip and grapple this bloody scalpel

I need to have confessions, direct me to the nearest chapel

I'm basically joking the chapel's better off having raffles

Wheel of fortune, praying to God that I'm not a bastard

Drop to my knees, pour out my heart that's been unraveled

Judging me with the gavel

I'm touching on grit and gravel

Pittering-pattering breaking tackles like I'm the Packers

Stop my pain so put my arms inside the shackles

I find comfort in blood flow

It becomes my rap flow

I'm sick of the expression "only God knows"

But does he?

On the ground like rugby

On the bench out the game, the world saw fit to sub me

Abruptly

Keeping some money but refusing the company

I worry about more than if she loves me

Bam, defender

Y'all some pretenders

Love mama forever, so they call me black panther

Chivalry is dead, they have hidden agendas

What's the point of a bank that doesn't approve any lenders?

Surrender

Submit to my tears and fears, it's painfully clear that my suicide is drawing near

Raise a glass for death

Everyone say "cheers"

Ironic I'm not alcoholic, so no beer

It'll be soon

I'll be lost

I'm a loser, let's dead all this confusion

Several infractions, I have several contusions

I'm using the excuses apologizing profusely in advance for the effort I put towards abusing

Drugs and mean mugs, stare upon my ugly mug

I sweep my emotions underneath the rug

Enough of this meaningless existence

I've seen so many stars in the sky for my wishes

They weren't granted, disbanded, my feet were planted but couldn't stand it I landed in misery cause I was pitching it underhanded

It'll be soon

I'll be lost

I lose, I'm a loser, retire like Carlos Boozer

One or the other

Picker and chooser

I choose happiness

See you at the funeral

You ever seen something traumatizing but instead of the trauma you took an interest in Pain so you deciphered your karma?

Once upon a time, some would say that I'm a charmer

Repel all females, some would say that I'm an alarm-er

Disarmer

Took a page out of the book called "father"

Misusing the substance, I know I'm a bother

Tomato-tomato, I don't care, pish-posher

One day I'll cut to deep and I'll become a martyr