Slow Times

Hey doc, it's me, doing my weekly therapy checkup
So, I'm not sure how I feel, I guess
I guess I feel lonely, isolated, cut-off, and scared
That nobody wants anything to do with me, like
Like, what's there for me to do

This shit is all a game 'til you learn to know the truth
'Cause real life ain't the same when you step outside the room
Chances are, you haven't a motherfuckin' clue about
What to do, 'cause I ain't either, what else is new
I'm out of school and lifeless, why do I feel like this
Why am I trapped inside of my mind and flightless
Grown up in this society, it's a mind trip
Now I've gotta find my own way before the tide flips
Shit, it's too late, it's outta fuckin' control
Gettin' into fights, wishing I be runnin' from home
Getting bitched at every minute by the son of a hoe
Thinkin' I could never amount to anything, it's a joke
Now I've gotta get going, I gotta plan out
Before I hit rock bottom all on the sand now
The bitch I moved on from, she got a man now
'Cause I told her to fuck off like a jealous fan now

Hey doc, it's me again
Umh, I don't know, nor do I think
My situation's getting any better
With my family telling me that
I don't matter, that I never made them proud
I feel I'm at the end of my road
And this will probably be the last time
You'll ever hear from me

Slow times, the shit don't go by
Everybody knows what it's like to
Wake the middle of the night
Wonderin' what we could've done right
Every sigh leaves me ponderin' why
Why in the fuck do I
Question deep thoughts of suicide
Then these demons on the other side
Are poundin' on the door just to come inside
Tryna turn me unalive like a fuckin' homicide
Thinkin' I might commit a crime, fuck it, it's all a lie
Brothers when they get old, they get told
Everything is gone that they know
And my girl's dad don't even like me no mo'
Thoughts getting in my head, doped
Put it on hold, and then I laid the
Barrel on my throat, watching as the smoke blows
Pulled the trigger, then I end it on a low note
People wishin' I'm alive when it's all a joke
That's when you know you're at the end of the road

Hey doc, it's me, once and again
I know I said you won't hear from me again
But this time, I truly mean it
'Cause I don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive
With the police surrounding the house
While I have a gun, pointed at my head
Well, I guess this is where we part ways
And it was nice knowing you