Squandered Soul - Fubar

I’ve come to terms with it, I am not who I used to be

Looking in the mirror, I nod thinking «who is he?»

There were so many dropped opportunities

I could’ve been sitting at the top with impunity

Thinking of an overdosing father I revere

And asking why would he even bother to appear

Hoping for a prosperous career

Magician-like way I’m able to make a dollar disappear

Feeling like I’m chosen, this is what it’s all about

It’s impossible to calm the crowd

Ready to crucify with a wooden cross and crown

Yelling my name while I’m dragging it across the ground

I don’t see a reason for religions

That teaches us that women are responsible for demons in existence

Many try and tell you that peace is the condition

When followers would throw even Jesus in a prison

Hoping that my death will be the most beautiful

Locked in a room, envisioning my own funeral

Dangerous past, mother tried to control me

In the end my daughter brought the demise of the old me

Searching for the path that’ll benefit the most

Listen to the sentences I wrote

Try and decipher the messages and code

Bars are depressing, but also intertwined with an element of hope

All I see is tragedy around me

When I’m dead wonder what my fam will say about me

Lately feels like I’m only happy when I count sheep

Might as well strap up, become a vigilante in these town’s streets

Everything I wrote’s dope for certain

I make tracks with people I don’t know in person

Spit heat until my soul’s slowly burning

Until god and the devil both close the curtains