Rock Bottom

I feel like, I'm choked 'by a life's ghost that doesn't disappear
Saw my life 'in broken mirrors, my death is near
I still appear in reflections that are cursed with pain and fear
Shedding clouds 'thru the rain, that was mixed with all my tears
Working daily for a check that ran my life, into a wreck
Twisting suicidal thoughts, inside my arsenal collection
Was Satan trying to kill me?, or give me an deadly weapon
To shoot my angry feelings at others, with more aggression?
When it comes to basic thinking, after critical
When the damage has been done to my brain, that turned physical
How much it cost to get rid of this life?
Even if I'm broke, I'll pay a ghost to stab my neck with a knife
And leave my brain on the pages 'for my demons to write
I killed my strength, unexpected, cause there's no reason to fight
I want to wait for the better, but I'm too sick in the head
Cause I've wasted half of my life, the rest is already dead

You ever wanna throw your life in the gutter and call it quits?
Cause you feel like you will never amount to shit
That's rock bottom
That's rock bottom
That's rock bottom
Yeah, that's rock bottom

You ever wanna use a gun and shoot your problems at the world?
Then your conscience 'gets violent, when it takes a step in this world
That's rock bottom
That's rock bottom
That's rock bottom
Bottom, bottom, bottom

My life is filled with broken memories and evil thoughts
I was hoping 'I'll feel better, but I fell apart
I feel unbalanced, dysfunctional, clumsy, and unwanted
Living in my demon's house that's haunted and most wanted
I'm sick of working multiple jobs to pay bills
And I'm sick of moving on with a brain that stays still
But screw it, 'thru everything, I got to stay real
Cause when I'm gone, I wanna be remembered 'as the real deal
It's fun to rap, but it sucks to have no fans
That can understand your pain, and not offend
Or pretend to be your friend, to drown you in the feelings of betrayal
Located underground with Satan's tricks, in hell
My brain wants to vent, but I'm too stressed to story-tell
After reading all my thoughts that got poured in the mail
Free my brain, that's been a victim to my stress and failures
Now I'm trapped, cause life just threw me in the jail-cell

You ever wanna throw your life in the gutter and call it quits?
Cause you feel like you will never amount to shit
That's rock bottom
That's rock bottom
That's rock bottom
Yeah, that's rock bottom

You ever wanna use a gun and shoot your problems at the world?
Then your conscience gets violent, when it takes a step in this world
That's rock bottom
That's rock bottom
That's rock bottom
Bottom, bottom, bottom