Death's around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
Death's around the corner,
The pressure's getting to me
I no longer trust my homies
Them phonies tried to do me
Smoking too much weed,
I'm working on something big, yet the depression and mental illness chains me to my bed.
This will change the world, yet doing it is half the battle, the other half is staying alive.
The loneliness and need for a mate is killing me, yet everywhere i've gone i've not found anyone nearby or my age.
I can change the world but i can't change this lonely pain.