Relate

My question is, "How would you feel if all these thoughts were in you?"

When people never understood all of the hell you been through

So when they're mad or get depressed, they come and throw it on you

It happens every single day and I just feel so weak

Like my emotions could explode because they're close to their peak

I sit and listen quietly and try not to make a peep

But in my head I'm freaking out and I'm just ready to tweak

I hate to say it but I'm honest, this is how I feel

I know a lot will probably hate me because I'm keeping it real

I'm like a fish that just got hooked, I'm trying to fight with the reel

Only human so I had to come and tell you the deal

Until today a lot of people didn't know that I'm stressed

They have a misconception that I have an "S" on my chest

I try to keep it positive and always hope for the best

But if you take a look inside, you'll see I'm super depressed

It's been a while now that I just chose to keep this hidden

Did a lot of stupid shit that I wish that I didn't

It's been a shitty, fucked up road that I've sat and just ridden

A lot of people probably hope that it's a joke and I'm kiddin'

But to be truthful, there's a lot of times I just wanna cry

I feel like life is such a hassle, I just wish I would die

I sit and think of shit that happens to me wondering why

That's probably the biggest reason why I keep getting high

It's all day, all night and all year that I struggle

With all this shit that's in my head that I just sit and I juggle

I sit and wait for other pieces of my life to just crumble

It's like I'm trapped inside my head and I can't get out of the rubble

And realistically I know this sounds so bad

See, I can't help that every day that I'm awake that I'm sad

I sit and dwell 'cause growing up I really hated my dad

But in reality, I'm thankful for the mother I had

See I was raised inside a Christian home

It's really crazy that it's daily that I'm in the corner holding my phone

Contemplating thinking, should I put a slug in my dome

Or pray to God for all these demons to just leave me alone?

I sit and wonder how my life's gonna end

I'm like a monster in a world that's full of angels I'm just trying to blend

And even though these people say that they're my friend

I understand that they just want what they can get and that it's really pretend

My whole life I've had a hatred for people

It fucking blows my mind that people can't just treat each other as equals

And even though I sit at church, while I pray to the steeple

I've always had a little feeling everybody is evil

That's just life in the way I perceive

I stop and think about my kin that passed away and take a second to grieve

And even though at times I wish I could leave

It's in my head then I should take a sec to chill and take a second to breathe, ayy

But all I feel is the hate

I pray to God everybody relates

And as I sit and get baked

And try to maintain my faith

I pray to God that everybody relates

It's FJ