What's real

I'm slowly drifting off the wheel as I'm taking these pills I don't know what's the deal I just can't stay still

There's no more hope everything feel like a joke I'm hanging it up like a coat keep the knife away from my throat

I'm tired of being broke I can see my whole future with a telescope People don't want this smoke

They hope I die in fear There's no point giving in There's too much going on in my head Ever since I was a kid

Which is unfortunate But I have to keep marching it I have to get on the market list Because life is a bitch

Something have to switch Because my mind like a glitch I'm telling myself to hold on But there's always a snitch

I'm about to lose my shit I'm tired of taking this risk I could only do so much Without being untouched

This is how it's gonna end As I'm collecting my bands With the greatest plans So please tell me what's real.