I’m waiting on it to all make sense,
and despite my best efforts to make change
I’m not finding any cents,
just the scents of how you were here in the past tense,
and ain’t it funny how the sinner repents,
only after the offense?
This is my lament,
to illuminate who I am in the present,
the truth is, if the world lacked my presence,
it would keep on turning,
it’s a little bit concerning,
I cope by burning up this mary jane,
I mean, what can I say? I just can’t abstain,
and besides, it’s the only way that I can make it outside of my brain,
and please don’t fall for my façade, understand that I just feign,
it’s the only way that I can mask this pain,
spitting venom it’s got me amped like bane,
but I just don’t know how long I can sustain,
keeping on living like this,
got me thinking to myself “man, something’s got to give”
but does it really?
what does life owe me?
as long as I’m breathing really, who cares if I’m lonely,
the people I used to call homies,
I now wouldn’t even invite inside my home,
and me and my enemies have somehow found a way to get along,
and am I really strong?
I pride myself on being right, but have I been wrong?
I just rarely feel like I belong,
it’s hard for me.
to be accepted,
I feel for me, it’s hard to be.