Dead & Gone - Snak the Ripper

With this pen I gain grip, gangrene finger tip, cigarette stained, chest pain,

dope sick

Im confused, self abused, no rules or amused on, how the world turns,

money burns

everybody’s got a little fuckin' story to tell, mines about growing up in A

fuckin' hotel

, with dreams to excel everybody’s expectations, patiently waiting, define

so fuckin' far below the poverty line, had my mind inclined to hate mankind

Macaroni with no cheese, just butter and salt

seventeen years old, angry, charged with assault

Countless counts of mischief it wasn’t my fault, rap music made me do it,

plus I was sipping the malt

Nobody gave a fuckin' shit about me back in the day, this cat was a stray,

lost in disarray, I decay

Memories from the

Past don’t describe

Where we at man

Times change, life

Rolls on, a strange

Picture is drawn

Before we dead and

We gone now

Hard times is a part of growing up, smoke inhalation, probation breached,

never showing up

The old man’s empty cans cashed at the depot, repo my life, it’s been a fight

to feel equal, snatch

The groceries out your car when you take the cart back, smoke break, no pack,

fuck every things racked

I’m trying to change, I’m trying to be a man, a wide range of crime seems to be

my only plan, I didn’t ask for

This, this asked for me, it’s hard to breathe drowning in a sea of misbeliefs

I’v, yet to reach my

Comfort zone I’m, stuck adolescent in a body full grown, people grilling me

Accurately pre conceived notions of my emotional stability, telling myself,

things will be okay

While my other self says fuck life, die slowly!