OtD - The Ugly Truth (feat. SEVEN the MISFIT & Aubs.)

Tell me what's the meaning of this stupid ass life
Got one hand on my gun the other grippin' my knife
Momma always tripping will I make it, Not quite
Since 11 I've had thoughts of maybe taking my life
Now I'm spending all my time sitting alone in my room
Constant thoughts of death I'm better off in a tomb
Depression got the best of all those pills I consumed
It's the end of the road 'cause I'm confronted by doom
I think I need some help but I'd rather face it myself
My heart got hella scars from all the pain that I'm dealt
Always crawling out a hole of shitty thoughts I'm often lost in
They tell me to keep going but they can't tell me what the cost is
Froth in a funnel bitch I'm lost in a tunnel
Drank away my pain and then I grow it back like stubble
Need to fix my brain to look inside you need a hubble
I could sell my soul but in the end it costs like double
Eyes pried wide open
I strive to find focus
Find moments
I'm not hopeless
Hang 'em with clothes pins
But the wind blows in
Then I cut close friends
Walls close in like I'm claustrophobic choking
On truth that remained unspoken
My whole life until this moment
I traded kool aid and pills to write these pages of poems
Hoping
That self forgiveness is achievable
'Cause realistically speaking that's all I need to heal my soul
Hearing folks boasting
They coast to coast do the most
And flow over the oceans explode
Then boat trip home alone to no one
I may got places to be
People to meet
Things to do
But the ideas ride for my family
Yeah we the truest of brothers
Hooligans moving each other
loosen my screws while I'm spewing news to the pew and the peons
I speak in eons y'all seconds, walk reckless, end up on stretchers
My chest is flexin' with vengeance and venom
Hexed like the necklace my fucking ex has
'Cause the ugliest truth is that money isn't evil
It's the shit we're convinced to do for it, slave to our demons
Man fuck all the pleasantries
This ain't elementary
If you ain't on my energy
Then you the enemy
I ride independently
Pen filled with venom ink
Ugly truth is some of your friends become enemies
Fucked me up mentally
Had to hide in anemones
Where's seven? getting high but not heavenly
Dodgin' police so he can build a business
In fucking peace so fees are paid when the bills hit
We keeping it clean but they looking for clues
That's an ugly truth
The ugly truth is
The energy you give ain't always gone be given back
The ugly truth is
They gone speak well around you, yet wicked when you gone
The ugly truth is
You crucify yourself for folks that don't give a fuck
The ugly truth is
When you find your worth and leave, they will all be grieved
Damn
They tried to dilute my dopeness
Saw hope, had hope to make hopeless
Attempt to fuck up my focus
Damn
That's why I be keeping distance
Don't want to miss out on mission
Like homies with pot to piss in
Damn
Brother I'm broke at the moment
Got bills that ask where I'm going
Anxiety keep on showing
Damn
I got hella bills I got to pay
So don't ask me to do your show for free
I carry weight, you shoulder fees
Rock with me like where boulders be
Crowd looking clueless like who that brother supposed to be
Leaving like I'm useless like brother you better find a seat
I'm bringing back the bars like Seven could you rewind the beat
I don't think they hear me, but maybe that's 'cause they fear me
Or maybe because they're far, and know they cannot get near me
I got drive and I'm steering, on roads they can't see clearly
The rain ain't ever gone, I just enjoy it dearly

Written by:
Aubrey Barnes, Dakota Mckeown, Dalton DeSmet

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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