Too Real

This is just a vent. I really do want your reviews.

F**k you.
I don't want your reviews anyway.

Not like I need to hear what you got to say.
Just view at me in silence, and pass by.
Stand for too long and I might shoot you a cocked eye,
Pull out a switchblade and shove it in your jawline.
Get your blood on my shirt, and enjoy the design.
Yup- can you tell my creativity is on the decline?
Cause I'm pissed and too busy imaging ways to rupture your spines.
I never grew up.
I've always been lost.
I'm making money working at a hospital-
But my personality was the cost.
And my self-esteem is dying.
As I'm constantly lying, with the things I say...
"Hey, bro you having a good day?"
Yeah, just dandy- you goddamn stupid pansies.
All I wanna do is rip off a ho's panties,
And f**k away the pain instead of using my hand- see?
I'm not normal, I'm just another mind-f**k.
F**k my mind! I hate when this b***h acts up!
Everyone in the world just tries to act tough...
Me? I'm too busy fighting off behaviors that will lead to handcuffs.
Life is a race?
Then I must be doing doughnuts.
Running circles in this rat wheel-
Going crazy JUST to deal.
They ask me why I ain't rapping about jewels, cars, and poppin steel-
I tell them my problems are just TOO REAL.
And even if I won the lotto,
I wouldn't be talking about how I 'stunt'-
I'd be on a megaphone, screaming "F**K YOU" to everyone!