How do I deal with the way that I feel?
Asking questions, sending messages, I'm stressing and I wanna kill.
There's a beast and he eats all the pain and still
goes to sleep and then turns it into anger meals.
He consumes all my blues then it's rage I feel
Stuck with fumes of the dude that I thought was real
If it's true that the news of his dues to chill
is spent on food and a boo, I'mma fucking kill.
Yo, I keep my pen-flow leaking so I stay sane
but this beast inside me tells me that I'm enraged.
Man it beats stuck with sheets of feeling rain,
but when the heat is deep all I want to do is send pain.
Tear my place up. To whom I have to face up?
To you, I'm just a stray pup. Too new to even say what's what and who's who.
So what is what? What is who? Where is when and when is now, and who the fuck are you?
Who are you to take my heart and just break it?
Find a new bitch the next week and just replace it.
Acting like your heart wasn't mine for the taking.
Dragging me along for the ride, just faking.
Got my fury burning inside, I'm quaking.
Got me to the point of no sleep, just shaking,
Got me wanting niggas to see, how you're raping.
Fucking my brains like a bitch that needs saving.
Yo, all my dreams that I had of you are dead.
And when I can sleep, they keep repeating in my head.
I've accepted it. I'm finally at my last stage.
Though I can't seem to rid myself of damn rage.