Alone in my room
Stuck to assume
Why do I
Always feel this type of way
I die inside
About 40 thousand times
Picking my open wounds
Life sucks
It’s full of doom and gloom
It’s sickening
No doubt,
Everybody walks with their phones out
Lights, camera, action,
1 snap a photo for a 1-minute satisfaction
Hey sam,
I do like green eggs and ham
But I’ll
Adore it more if you posted it on the gram
For everybody to see
Do you really care if I got something to eat
If so
What about that homeless fella down that street?
What?...
You don’t got a penny to feed a so-called “leech”?
But you got enough money to dye your own hair peach
Life looking a little more bleak
While you do anything feel unique?
What?
You don’t like it when I speak?
Is it because imma broken record
I say the same shit all the time when i preach
And for the record,
I’m just a nobody
With sad views
Staying inside
Listening to lofi
With my,
Cold vibes, so I
Could die
40 thousand times
Then write
Some mo’ rhymes
That won’t shine
From my mind
Because my mind
And my lines
Won’t define
What i’ll leave behind
No,

I’m fine, but am I really?
Negative views that’s stuck in my mind that slowly kills me,
I feel an imbalance
Depression gets you
Soooo outta tuned
That’s why I’m always stuck to assume
The worst in my room
And when you’re alone,
That’s the meaning of true doom and gloom
Because you, hate the thought of you
And when you tell your friends your issue
They try to fix you
Without understanding first
And they say
“Why haven’t you trust me?”
But they don’t understand how depression works
Then…
They guilt trip you and say “Didn’t you ever love me?”
And Then it’s about them
Back at square one
Feeling all of the hurt
Trying to fix ‘em
When you can’t even fix yourself
And nobody in this world
Wanna talk about mental health
When we all need some help
They wanna talk and rap about
How much loot,
That you can produce
When the deuce-deuce buck and shoot
How much profit can you make
When you turn a trick into a prostitute
Running around with the 9-mil
Trying to make 9 Mil
Playing duck-duck shoot
And I’m filled
With all this anger but I'm chill
Yeah i’m chill
But what do I know
I’m just an Asian kid down the block with no uncle Phil,
But I do have an uncle though
I met him inna cartoon show
He helps me when I’m feeling low
His name is uncle Iroh
And I know
I’ll never pretend to be
Shit I’ll hate to be me
So much trauma and strife
Living this so-called life
But I gotta keep it on the hush-hush
So shush
Because if people knew that i was so outta touch
How much?
Would I mean to ‘em
I mean let’s talk about it
If you committed suicide
Is the wall they post genuine or is it all without it
Is it all for the likes?
Yikes
Humans are super egotistical
So some will do it out of love
Some will do it out of spite
Most will do it
Trying to get some reaction outta anyone
Then forget about it the next night.