LONE / BAD BLOOD

Drastic or romantic, f*ck it I don't know the difference Think I lost it so I panic but I don't know what is missing You're messing with my heart, while I question its existence Drown my problems in false confidence, and keep on with the mission Time's slipping from my grasp Life's kicking my ass I don't want to be left behind I don't want to be last Is it easy to spit facts When your hidden by a mask These words are more then empty rhymes, I analyze the past This is our worlds problems, I look em in the face I think everybody's out of line, I put em in they place You can hurry up and die, get in line and find your place I write the ragers bible, and I'm living in good faith Of f*ck the system, try to break it, haul you off to prison If your wallet's missing, for the ticket, f*ck it you in prison I didn't sign up for this, I don't remember voting When I die you might not give a shit but you'll remember flowing Bad blood, bad blood yeah Bad blood, bad blood yeah Bad blood, bad blood yeah Bad blood, bad blood yeah The deterioration of a generation, what a downward spiral Think my generation is infected and we going viral Trend after trend, I hope I don't see the end work a full time job but got nothing left to spend Whole check spent on rent and my phone bill When I check my phone I see someone signed a deal What the f*ck, I'm tired of it What's up, you can't even spit Get up, before I hit you again You slump, from the dumb punk with the pen Got lit last night, now I'm drunk again You would think there's something that I'm trying to forget Aye, but I can't remember it, yeah aye, I can’t remember it Must’ve slipped, must’ve tripped, thought I was sober until this shit Last thing I remember, I was fine, until I blacked out, then I revived Three days, afterlife, freebase, amplify Cremate, if I die, please make, sacrifice I been tryna find a way to bring hope back into my life Spending Sunday's in the church, while I’m staying out at night Asking God to fix my problems, but it's my fault that I feel this way Death lead me to heavens gates but I know I’ll have hell to pay, yeah (Mississippi Mud is soaked in black blood, how many more must die?)