Damned

Another day, another dollar, am I lonely, am I sad

Reminiscing bout my friends, got me thinking bout my dad

Like, would they leave if I ain't write a rap

Or would they rather cut my throat instead of give me dap

I don't know, thoughts creepin' why I had a problem sleepin

Thinkin' if I doze off, won't even get a reason

Or a blink before I'm dead

Just a pistol in a pillow and a messy bloody bed

That's the tip, don't make me start

Every beat I murder, just another stroke of art