Devastated Life

All roads lead to death in the end
A dead end with nothing left
I'm scraping resin hitting meth
Constant odor, never sober used to be A casanova till the acid took over and Started munching on my membranes
Since then, the shit's never functioned the same, but there's no one to blame for the constant pain and agony
But me, the lack of activity proceeds to feast deterioration
Hence the much needed state of restoration
Been depressed since I flew out of the gate a born abomination
Born bastard, I'm gonna warn you now that we're bound to blow like Shasta
Not the soda, but rather the volcano
That's why I told you that you better lay low
Throwing down your devotions with unheard of notions that you can't even grasp
With the coldest heart I hold the shard of glass ready to slash

I used to live life devastated, grabbed the mics and graduated
My awful thoughts and sights rejuvenated
You can look back on how we made it
Hated for being creative

I used to live life devastated, grabbed the mics and graduated
My awful thoughts and sights rejuvenated
You can look back on how we made it
Hated for being creative

My shit is sick to your eardrums
You make fat songs? Let me hear one
I only fear one
The man in the mirror
The boy with the head full of terror
Problems of family and vanity
Bad anxiety, sobriety
While my eyes burn fiery
Man, it's killing me
Looking at the world cynically

Seriously, you're mad cuz I promote
Myself
If it wasn't for music, I'd take a rope and fucking choke myself
When I write, it's heartfelt like your mom's belt
Leave a fat welt
Neighbors in hell
No one makes it out alive
Don't forget, bitch
Everybody dies
Suicide the tendency
Wanna be happy tremendously
God, thank you for all the generosity
But I'm sorry to say I still feel this animosity
Everybody trying to win the lottery
On a shopping spree
Young kids popping E
Vicodin popping three
Fast forward
We're the best rappers
But it's hard to chill even with muscle relaxers
Cause life goes faster as we get older
Used to write raps in my math folder
Kids still trying to look over my shoulder
So take it how you want to
When I taunt you and haunt you
Just remember what we taught you
My friend, it's time to put the pot down
And ride to the sunset with the top down
My friend, it's time to put the pot down
And ride to the sunset with the top down

I used to live life devastated
Grabbed the mics and graduated
My awful thoughts and sights rejuvenated
You can look back on how we made it
Hate it for being creative

I used to live life devastated
Grabbed the mics and graduated
My awful thoughts and sights rejuvenated
You can look back on how we made it
Hated for being creative

My excessive, hurtful, depressive verbalism
Is just an internal journalism, internal prison
Living condition, arisen with hissing Brett
This is my word, my ward, my sword
In the world that I carve it with the precision of an architect
Far from tech, the original artifact
Diabolic rap, diaholic
Addicted to death like cigarettes in your motherfucking breath
Disintegrate and asphyxiate the tape with my last ligament left
Coming soon like the cinema said
Lead, head, cranium, containing uranium
Explaining the brain's delirium, Judas I think I keep hearing him
I appear in years and fear reflects a hundred tears
Of terror, I even brought a tear to the eye of the pallbearer so unbearable
I'm all bears and if my clothes fit terrible
I tear a bull in two and consider it wearable
Care to pull, a lever to sever any contender agenda
Race, place, religion, decision, mentor centerfold, collision
Live and oh give and equip, to strip eradicate
Any man, rabbit or ape, evaporate the whole state if you inhabit it

I used to live life devastated, grab the mics and graduated
My awful thoughts inside rejuvenated
You can look back on how we made it hated for being creative
I used to live life devastated, grab the mics and graduated
My awful thoughts inside rejuvenated
You can look back on how we made it hated for being creative