The Great Depression
This is depression I aint got no hope
Im hungry for happiness but I know I aint got none so
I feed of aggresion I aint got no hope
All i got is beats and these rhymes that come out my throat
My present is the worst gift I ever had
My past is the crack I aint gettin back
My future is not true how can i live with that?
I cant see nothin the window is tinted black
My vision is not clear I guess I need eyedrops
Blindfold my two eyes you can call me cyclops
Im dyin inside God its hard to untie knots
They say Ima fry God and if so then why not?
Im hungry for happiness but I know I aint got none so
I feed of aggresion I aint got no hope
All i got is beats and these rhymes that come out my throat
My present is the worst gift I ever had
My past is the crack I aint gettin back
My future is not true how can i live with that?
I cant see nothin the window is tinted black
My vision is not clear I guess I need eyedrops
Blindfold my two eyes you can call me cyclops
Im dyin inside God its hard to untie knots
They say Ima fry God and if so then why not?
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