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Hey guys, This is just a quick video I decided to do after watching the amazing Letter To My Son video by Don Trip and response by Driicky Graham. I loved the beat and I was in a bit of a bad mood so i thought i should expel some of it. This was done in one take so if i muck up some of the words it hasn't been re-recorded or edited. I'm not trying to be better or out do any of the rappers. I just wanted some of my presence on the beat.

Lyrics:

He's sick of the fucking feeling of being chewed up and spit out
He's boo'd up and kicked out, and all he can do is flip out
Cause his life just seems so aimless and tainted, it's all the same
He's frustrated, it's not the way that he paints it, or how he wished to create it

Just a clone of the regular day dude,
Who puts on a happy face and hopes that he's payed soon
And tries an artificial fix for all these fucking problem
So he sits and drinks and shit, and that's his way to solve them

He walks the streets afraid, tucking valuables away
Cause he knows that people wait, for the chance to bring him pain
With no place to call home, he brought it upon himself
He's looks he's alone, haunted by the pains he felt

To tell the truth, he hates his fucking life, it's just the same shit
Every single girl he meets turns into the same bitch
Maybe his standards are too high on the way that he's treated
His feelings are deep seeded from being beaten for dreaming

He asks himself frequently, why should I bother
Cause he's sick of these people and he's sick of the drama
These no way to escape it, he's surround by fake shit
This life is a shit sit com, and we're the ones that make it

Call me deep, call me shallow I really couldn't care
No love is in the air, there's no sweet feelings here
Just pain and sorrow wallowing, just dreams of droppin' coffins in
My empty space I'm lost up in, I have no pulse or oxygen

I just on live tubes and pipes, what to do in life
Where my respitories frozen so all of my fluids are ice
With all that's left of me I'm sorry that you're stressin' me
Because when I can't handle it i'll cut you, hysterectomy

And really you can't threaten me, my mind is made of iron
And under that is my skin, it's tougher then a lion
You can't pierce it keep trying, your words are slowly dying
If you don't buy it your worlds over like the Mayans

I don't deliver empty threats I just deliver promises
This ain't a stat this is your death I offer no reconnaissance
So if you've found yourself tied up in the sea that's bottomless
You know I don't fuck around and waste my time on arguments

My brain is a passage, you need a key to get in it
And if my mind is on, it's stuck like fucking Nicorette
This ain't shit for the internet, this shit for those who disrespect
And think there fucking funny and diss me because I'm different

You think I don't release, I don't look like you guys
I've known for that for the last fucking three years of my life
And don't time just fly by, remember when I brought out my eyes
It changed how you thought of me, but now I'm back to re write

My life plot, its right time, to tell you what's on my mind
I don't happy, and I don't feel sad, I don't feel good, I don't feel bad
I feel nothing, I feel numb, I don't seem it, I am dumb
I am stupid, I make mistakes, but don't fucking think you can take my place

Just cause you listen to what I say, bitch I'm crazy day to day
This ain't a mood swing, I stay like this, I don't fit in, like big dicks
So if you're there and still think, J-flame's just a quick fix.
Then I don't have time for ya'll so press the arrows skip this.