DST Recordz

Double  Seven  Three

Contemplation

Compressed stress and holding cess in my lungs//

I'm ready to say I give up it's on the tip of my tongue//

Cause sometimes life is just too much to handle//

sometimes I wanna search the streets to find that heat connected to the handle//

it's not a candle that I'm holding to my brain//

it's death with a bang and contemplation's driving me insane//

cause since birth I wasn't worth a single thing that I had//

not motherly love, or a biological dad//

and my mom was seventeen now I'm seventeen//

I'm hoping I don't have my kid go through the same as me//

And since a kid might be coming I can't let this weed to my head//

So I took these little baggies and I flushed them instead//