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Some bastards wanna question all my actions and motives
But they're never that supportive, and all the yapping is hopeless
With all this stress and damn depression, yeah all this tension is showin'
I won't jump a chasm or a gorge to f**kin' end this---that's bullsh*t!
I'm just still adaptin' and I'm copin', unemployed like a homeless
And without some cash, at damn employers, I'm-a snap on the phone 'cause...
They're just trashin' all the skills I have without the facts--- that's atrocious!
And without some facts to back their acts, the actual fact is they're bogus
I just want to snap their f**kin' necks, you can call me mad or just souless
Yeah I've got temper with this anger, I can actually snap any moment
'Cause I get ignored with like all the forms and all the apps I have posted
What about a phone call for a chat? All my skills I'm happy to show 'em
I'm a man that's dressed ready for success, I don't know if half of you noticed
I have got no caps or like gangster clothes, and no f**kin' crack that I'm smokin'
With this rather tense acrimonious rap don't just think that I'm actually jokin
I am trapped in fact in this damn depression, with some rather crappy emotions
At my parents' home, mom and dad have always never acted supportive
Verbal jabs galore, all my passions, hopes, all get trashed like trash when I spoke 'em
Cannot shut my hole with this rap I flow it's a fact: "At last I have spoken!"
I don't get support! I won't ask no more! I'm a man---a battlin' soldier!
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