Some
days
I
just
wanna
up
and
call
it
quits,
I
feel
like
I'm
surrounded
by
a
wall
of
bricks,
Everytime
I
go
to
get
up
I
just
fall
in
piss,
My
life's
like
one
great
big
ball
of
shit,
If
I
could
just
put
it
all
in
all
I
spit,
Instead
I
always
try
to
swallow
it,
Instead
of
staring
at
this
wall
and
shit,
While
I
sit
writers
block
sick
of
all
this
shit,
Can't
call
it
shit.
All
I
know
is
I'm
about
to
hit
the
wall,
If
I
have
to
see
another
one
of
mom's
alcoholic
fits.
This
is
it,
last
straw,
thats
all,
thats
it.
I
ain't
dealing
with
another
fucking
politic.
I'm
like
a
skillet,
bubblin'
until
it
filters
up
I'm
about
to
kill
it,
I
can
feel
it
building
up,
Blow
this
building
up,
I've
been
sealed
enough,
My
cup
runneth
over
and
filled
it
up,
The
pen
explodes
and
busts,
ink
spills
my
guts
You
think
all
I
do
is
stand
here
and
feel
my
nuts,
But
I'm
a
show
you
what,
you
gonna
feel
my
rush,
You
don't
feel
it
then
it
must
be
too
real
to
touch,
Feel
to
touch,
I'm
about
to
tear
shit
up,
Goosebumps,
yeah
I'm
make
your
hair
sit
up,
Yeah
sit
up,
I'm
a
tell
you
who
I
be,
I'm
make
you
hate
me
cause
you
ain't
me,
You
wait,
it
ain't
to
late
to
finally
see,
What
you
close
minded
fucks
were
too
blind
to
see,
Whoever
finds
me,
is
gonna
get
a
finders
fee,
Out
this
world
and
ain't
no
one
out
their
mind
as
me,
You
need
peace
of
mind,
well
here's
a
piece
of
mine,
All
I
need's
a
line,
but
sometimes,
I
don't
always
find
the
words
to
rhyme,
To
express
how
I'm
really
feeling
at
that
time,
Yeah
sometimes,
sometimes,
sometimes,
just
sometimes,
Its
always
me,
how
dark
can
these
hallways
be?
The
clock
strikes
midnight,
1,
2,
then
half
past
3,
This
half
ass
rhyme
with
this
half
ass
piece
of
paper,
(tear)
I'm
desperate
at
my
desk
if
I
could
just
get
the
rest,
of
this
shit
off
my
chest,
again,
stuck
in
this
slum,
Cant
think
of
nothing,
fuck
I'm
stumped,
but
wait
here
comes
something,
Nope,
it's
not
good
enough,
scribble
it
out,
new
pad,
crinkle
it
up,
and
throw
that
shit
out,
I'm
fizzling
now,
thought
I
had
figured
it
out,
Ball's
in
my
court
but
I'm
scared
to
dribble
it
out,
But
I'm
afraid,
why
am
I
afraid?
why
am
I
a
slave
to
this
trade?
Sign
that
I'll
spit
to
the
grave,
real
enough
to
rattle
you
up,
Want
me
to
flip
it?
I
can
rip
it
any
style
you
want.
I'm
a
switch
hitter,
bitch,
jimmy
smith
ain't
a
quitter,
I'm
a
sit
here
till
I
get
enough
For
me
to
finally
hit
a
fucking
boiling
point,
Put
some
oil
in
your
joints,
Flip
the
coin
bitch
come
get
destroyed,
An
MC's
worst
dream:
I
make
them
tense
they
hate
me,
see
me
and
shake
like
a
chain
link
fence,
By
the
looks
of
them
you
would
swear
Jaws
was
coming,
By
the
screams
of
them
you
would
swear
I'm
sawing
someone,
By
the
way
they
running
you
would
swear
the
law
was
coming,
Its
now
or
never
tonight
is
all
or
nothing,
Momma,
Jimmy
keep
leaving
on
us,
he
said
he'd
be
back,
He
pinky
promised,
I
don't
think
he's
honest,
I'll
back
baby
I
just
got
to
beat
this
clock,
Fuck
this
clock,
I'm'a
make
them
eat
this
watch,
Don't
believe
me?
Watch.
I'm
a
win
this
race,
And
I'm
a
come
back
and
rub
my
shit
in
your
face,
Bitch.
I
found
my
nitch,
You
gonna
hear
my
voice
Till
you
sick
of
it
you
ain't
gonna
have
a
choice,
If
I
gotta
scream
till
I
have
half
a
lung,
If
I
have
half
a
chance
I
grab
it,
rabbit
run...