this slump I live like a dump
room covered in trash
one dream to be rich like donal trump
get a studio and a mix-tape ready
but without even starting
failure already
in a world that confuse me more then ever
am I always to be struck
by lightning that's lounder then thunder
rumble in the bronx
my class mates makes me feel even sadder
when I was there
but reminism brings tear to my eyes
how they bring fear into my night
and himiliate me
hide behind the curtain
dress up in other cloths as desquise
I dont want to be recognise
it's sad I know but that's life
when you got an assortment of problems
and you can't seem to think right
in your mind everybody is agaisnt you
in reality they're just trying to help you
and you feel you cannot trust nobody
everybody's a suspect
in the caused of my eternal misery
so that's it
life is done for me
as I point this gun strait to my head
"bang"
every year bullying take's it toll
suicides from the ones who feel cold
they feel like
if nobody is with them
hypnotized by hate let their life go
over 500 000 try in a year
but only 5000 succeed
broken family when they find out
my boy my girl on the floor covered in blood
like water does to steel turned into rust
no way to turned it back to what it once was
but it's all a mind game
I know that I've been bullied all my life
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