I wrote this when I was like 15 N I was workin' Six Flags

[Inzanity]

my times up, i seem to be out of luck, what the fuck, my life sucks
my hearts pumping, i can hear it thumping
i stumbled, somewhere along the road i fumbled, the words seem to be mumbled, everthing just crumbled
my lifes a hussle, come home from work wit aching mussles
and a headach, i feel like i'm about to break, it's something that i just can't take, i know the highest stakes, when your full of hate, but theres no turning back now it's just too late

i hate my life, i can't take the hype
sometimes i cry at night, it's a fight
i hate my life, i can't take the hype
sometimes i cry at night, it's a fight
it's a fucking fight

ever day, i get on my knees and pray, for god to just take me away
some time's i wanna die and i try so hard, but my dreams seem to be so far
sometimes i think, i'm on the brink, of being pushed over the edge, i think im about to snap, and noone wants that
sometimes i feel like im not in the right state of mind, i wish i could turn back time
go back to before all this started, before i became cold hearted
back to before i started rapping, and change the way all this fucking shit happened
i just don't understand, but i know it's now in my hands, who knows mabey one day i'll have a world full of fans

i hate my life, i can't take the hype
sometimes i cry at night, it's a fight
i hate my life, i can't take the hype
sometimes i cry at night, it's a fight
it's a fucking fight

[ines]

good ones, but really sad