I Don't Know (исполнитель: Brokencyde)
(Can't breathe no more) (What's this life for?) (I don't know...) (If I should stay or go...) Mentally demented in this brain that he got The pain wouldn't stop, was tortured by the rain when it drop Put a gauge for the thoughts, blast it, it's gone in a flash Hoping to smash his feelings and the hope that he had The dopest in rap, but couldn't never focus on that Was too distracted by the smoke that was chokin' his past When his heart was broken, yeah, shattered like glass Hiding his face with dark shade glasses and hats But no one deserves the [bad word] way he was raised Prayed every day, his tears never faded away Filled with hate and dismay, never couldn't handle the pain So much stress, trapped in this animal's brain Damaging himself, only [bad word] remains Til the end, [bad word] I had felt the pain Fighting demons in my brain, turn myself insane Writing stories about my life, I won't shout my name (Can't breathe no more... what's this life for?) (I don't know... if I should stay or go...) I'm an emotional wreck, with evil feelings of pain The acid rain drips on my soul, leaving stains on my brain Hopefully to maintain my captions, sustaining the real me Feelings kicking in after, thoughts killing my conscience rapidly Accidentally puncture my lungs From the start, I'm doing my part, keeping my heart together Grip glue, from the start In this dark, I can't breathe no more, wondering what this life's for Living six feet under with this corpse Back's torn from the former ashes, backlashes, Trying to backtrack to what happened From the early days, it's a maze I can't feel through this haze It's amazing what the human body has to give I have to live, half the battle is trying to win My devotion is trying to get rid of everything that wouldn't last My past sticks with me through this mass attack The tracks leaving my soul hoping in fact... (Can't breathe no more... what's this life for?) (I don't know... if I should stay or go...) You try [bad word] me Delete me from your memories But you need me, how the [bad word] can I be your worst enemy? Possessed enough energy, after to build some sense in this I had a style before the feelings killed my sentences I still remember [bad word] like it was yesterday I digested pain, waited for about five days to see if it ever changed I had my better days, figuring what I needed most Writing until I developed arthritis and my fingers broke Needing this hope, living I know, smear the blood in my raps Continue writing this song until I [bad word] collapse I felt nothing, it was all nothing, nothing seemed to work straight I was a failure that came outta my mother on my birthday (Doctor, doctor, look, we have another [bad word] Equip me with a bicycle helmet and a pair of knee guards It seemed hard, but I adjusted to being [bad word] with Threw my feelings away and stab myself in the stomach I loved it. (Can't breathe no more... what's this life for?) (I don't know... if I should stay or go...)