From the mixtape "Insomniac". You can download it here: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=WQUMYORE
I'ma lost soul on the wrong road, there's nobody on this planet that could deal with me.
Think my heart's broke, but I don't know, and my mama can't stand to see the real in me.
Think her son is a demon because I'm young and I'm screamin' how evil comes when I'm dreamin', but all the real feel me.
I know that something is beamin' down from the sun and it's even tellin' me what to believe in, is there a god really?
And I could never stay in the church, so the reverend say I'm cursed, I can't tell the way it works, but I got faith.
And all you did was make it worse, when you stay away, it hurts. Sorry mom, it ain't the first time I got baked.
I got this Percodan pill so all this hurt can be healed, and yeah, it works for a lil' and then they stop too.
And I'm just learnin' to live, no, I ain't perfect, but still, I don't deserve to be killed for the things I do.
You just gotta breathe a little
I know the scene is brittle
And cold, the demons in you
Will make you scream a little
Wanna bleed the middle
We live in dreams and riddles
But you gotta breathe a little
Just breathe a little.. (You gotta breathe)
I'ma bad seed that you can't leave, otherwise, I grow into your worst nightmare.
Like a damn weed that you can't see, turn around and you'll discover that I'm right there.
I must be what you hated, so just leave me sedated, 'cause trust me, I created a whole army.
I love being berated, so mug me, I'm elated. Amongst me is the hate that you throw on me.
And all I wanna do is live, but tormorrow ain't a given, so all I can do is just hold my head up.
With marijuana and a cig', man, I'm sorry for my sins, but I've gotten to the point where I'm fed up.
They say that you gotta believe that it'll get better, please, I'm riddled with hell, I need a little heaven.
Release this sinning felon from these committals, tell him that he can get in where there's at least a bit of help and..
He'll breathe a little better...
You just really gotta breathe, but still I try to leave. Tell me, will I die in peace? Or be killed inside the streets?
I don't feel I gotta please all the people that I meet. Feel like I just gotta be one of the illest on the beats.
And it's how I stay sane, and it's how I maintain, otherwise, I'm ridin' on the very same plane,
As every other Tom, Jane, and that ain't how I hang, man, sometimes I gotta breathe so I don't go insane...