The toxicity within.

Tried to reach out,

Because of the vain,

Not for the pleasure,

But because of the pain.

And how does that sustain ?

Well it’s a funny story of how,

You end up being the bad guy,

And apparently they get to complain.

Dumb, stupid, ignorant and naive,

Can’t see through,

Still believing the ‘I’ll be there for you’,

The ‘call me if you need anything’ and the other bullshit too,

And after a while it’s like,

Bro, who the fuck are you ?

I guess that’s what they call it,

Paying the devil his due.

A stupid fuck, dump truck,

No you idiot,

You’re an absolute fucking dumbfuck.

Can’t even get the rhyme right, recondite,

Yo, this motherfucker can’t get his act right.

Well It’s on you bro,

It’s always on you,

It’s that same shit,

And the ‘I’m there for you too’,

Wait, 3 dudes were fucking who ?

Oh, okay. Gotta give credit where credit is due.

So shut the fuck up bro,

And just stop being blue,

You never really knew how to love her too,

Paying the price as he shot his wife,

Guess he can finally use a button that helps him undo,

His actions, reactions,

His anger and hate.

This dude is fucked up,

And that’s not up for debate.

But what about the pain and the trauma and the sadness and vain,

And All these things that still remain,

Inside, which makes it harder to retain,

The sanity left within, driving you insane,

While you’re struggling to sit tight,

While aboard this emotional flight,

Been flying at extreme heights,

With no guidance, no foresight,

But who cares though,

A ‘Fuck it’ attitude and it’ll all be alright.

And there it is,

There you go,

Hard to top dumb, blind, stupid,

And broke.

Hoping the pain in my chest,

Turns out to be a massive stroke.

Hoping it turns out to be true,

And not just another hoax.

Haven’t felt wrong, right or anything for a while,

But I laugh a lot, and I always do smile.

Gotta end this before I turn hostile.

Whoa. I think I just got it,

Is this what they call emotional turmoil ?

High stakes, High pitch,

Nothing flinches this Son of a bitch,

Flip a switch to enrich,

Shout-out to that itchy trigger finger twich.

Had to murder this motherfucker, not just this beat,

Yeet-Yeet motherfucker, Yeet-Yeet.

It had to be done

in order to win,

To kill the little boy holding that toxicity within.