Quarter-Life Crisis

I guess, I'm a quarter the way to death and don't know where to step
And the path chosen for me won't bode well on Yelp
You can't rate mental health, 'cause it don't market for wealth
And if so, my age range's broke
We ain't getting no help (But fuck that)
I'm supposed to know what I'll do for the rest of my life
Based on two decades of living, and in my third get a wife?
I'm just trying to pursue my happiness
And if you all deny me that, that piece of paper's sappy shit
My pappy told me "suck it up"
They say my generation's fucked
Some say that genocide is better
Instead of "zed" we should be dead
I ain't no head of my peers
I'm behind in my years
The only time I shed tears now is when I'm in fear
My role model's younger than me, so does that mean that I failed?
I'm always 12 steps behind and feel my life has derailed
And now a dozen steps doesn't do shit for my dying liver
Because my drinking gets destructive and dries it up to a sliver
Too bad my whole life ahead of me is a flash before my eyes
But I'm just scared I passed it up because I'm such a pacifist
And after spitting a few bars, I'm not an artist, I'm an activist
But neither pays, it's only crime or doing grime's the way
Fuck it, I should grind and burn a grass flambé
But all these chloroplasts just never last, they're temporary
I'd rather be buried than be a beneficiary
I'm a burden as it is
And be scared of having kids
I can't handle shit, or get a grip
'Cause I'm so fuckin' delicate
If this isn't hell, then I'll be heading for it quick
But if I died now, I know that would make my mama sick

And what I'm going through be my quarter-life crisis
I'd rather bite the dust than fuck this up
Afraid of what I'll become
Receiving zero income
Because a passion doesn't pay the bills, when pressures succumbs
And what I'm going through be my quarter-life crisis
I'd rather bite the dust than fuck this up
And ain't a dollar in a dream
That's the way it seems
I gotta choose in between two extremes

So this is my universe
Go to university and work till I'm in a hearse
Past the point when my fingers hurt
But is it worth or did I waste my birth?
Some days I wished I would've been buried right into the earth
Am I suicidal for attention?
I think I want a DNR, so fuck an A&R mention
I'm in a muthafuckin' negative mindstate
I'd wish I'd disappear off the planet like MySpace
And my hate for myself always keeps growing
Unlike my maturity, that'll keep slowing
And what the fuck's insurance and taxes?
No school ever asked if
We got our money right, do we even have access to
Things that do not cause debt
I guess my net worth only raises after death
I won't own shit and forever be a tenant
Who would've thought my diploma was really gonna be my death sentence?

'Cause what I'm going through be my quarter-life crisis
I'd rather bite the dust than fuck it all up
And this may be my last chance to ever go for my dream
But do I want to risk my self-esteem

I feel I'm destined to fail before I even started
I feel I'm living in hell, when I ain't even parted
Don't even call me woke, I'm just sleep-deprived
And at this rate, do I accept some 9-to-5?
Not like I'd get any
I guess experience's worth more than being alive
So I will never get a penny
Plenty people younger who be better off, aye
They be eating caviar when I'm still eating réchauffé
These other artists' rich in talents, but I've been poorer in skill
And I might get stuck pouring customers' distilled
And get billed just to breathe air
And no longer be covered under my parents' health care
All these luxurious lives make me want to doubt mine
As time is passing me by, my lack of clout fills my mind
Insecure in many ways, so I be counting my days
I wish that this just a phase and that I ain't a head case

'Cause what I'm going through be my quarter-life crisis
And I'd rather bite the dust than fuck it all up
They claim to treat like adults, but I'm still not an equal
While I'm figuring out that Life is just Hell's prequel