I'm not a human, though
And every rhyme I write is a funeral
For me at least. Decency is so unusual
Today especially. I woke up with her next to me
The text she reads says "sorry, I left" (yeah, yeah)
But what they don't know is what you don't share
Is likely everything you want to talk about but won't air
And the line between what you love and what you hate is fragile and protected
But I'm bound to find it out and when it's found you need to (check it)
Correction, you need to break it down and rebuild
'Cause honestly I shouldn't tell how the words make you feel
And if you're feeling that's fine. If you're not... take a second
My test scores are up on blackboard, I'm bout to (check it)
I passed. Hip hip hooray
I'm so excited for this grade you see it in my face
But really this is meaningless and now I'm meaning less
I feel I could scream from lack of sleep and all the stress (yeah, yeah)
Yo, I really miss my uncle. He was there when I was born
My mom, she called me Nate and from his name is where it's torn
It's kinda like a wedding: something old, something new
Something borrowed like the name, something blue like my mood
He passed when I was starting to become the stupid rapper
With a swag that's sorta dapper who would never touch a pack of bud
Pack or even pass a blunt. Ask me and I'm packing up
And that's the sh... (he's going crazy! What the hell is wrong with that g-z
I mean, typically I'm passive when it comes to certain woes
But he was like my dad and so it's more than "so it goes"
Yo, he'll never get to know anything I've ever wrote
When it rains in my soul I know that it truly
Snows
Death is special I suppose
Without we're morose and with it we're mourning those
That we lost to a bullet, to disease, to the wreckage
Depression comes second. Don't believe me? Go and (check it)
Motivation drains and the pain feels sharper
Help is there making you upset and feels harder
To accept. You're reality is nothing like it was before
And therefore you're barely here
But you are... yo, make the most of it
It's tough to keep running when the bends keep coming right at you
Buckle up, 'cause when you're mourning it don't matter if it's morning
Noon or night, the ride is always really shitty...