JaoT - Unaccepted

I feel unaccepted
Feelings they rotting deep down inside and I'm septic
They told me that communication could cure me but I don't wanna let it
Sometimes I think about a pistol in the mouth to eat it like it's breakfast
Cause I don't want to stay here, living is a great fear
Man I just accept it


Sometimes I lay awake in my room at night and play detective
I'm tryna figure out why my life so fucked am I destined
To be alone and unhappy I feel crappy no punchline
I could grab the phone and Facebook the phone family on
But my bones crushing under pressure ten seconds left, and it's crunch time
Smoke up some weed, order Chinese, kick up my feet, it's munch time
Crack my fortune cookie said i should be the sunshine
Now test it
A flower you can't bloom with no light beam so I must project it
But the dark side of the moon don't see light its neglected
My girl left but I'm done crying
Looking back shoulda known you was a vampire
Hate you then I love you all this flipping got a man tired
Beg you not to leave all this cuffing got my hands tired
Wired thinking why they all got what I don't
Why they got the good grades, nice shoes, and they life made
Why I got my feet in the dirt, my head stoned
Cuz I'm under a rock tryna call this place home
Unfamiliar with the game what this playstation
Gotta go out for the day put my fake face on
I gotta act the part don't want my pain to show
Can't protect my heart then what my rib cage for
They all laughing at me this the JaoT show

I feel unaccepted
Feelings they rotting deep down inside and I'm septic
They told me that communication could cure me but I don't wanna let it
Sometimes I think about a pistol in the mouth to eat it like it's breakfast
Cause I don't want to stay here, living is a great fear
Man I just accept it

Sad writing poetry weak version of me
Anamosity I never do it cordially
Hostile haciendas wasn't afforded to me
If uncle Ben's in my hand it's a forgery
All I needs a little blond life porage to me
Two hot two cold just some whores to me
Roman poet that's me imma Horace the beat
Harrass the beef and other niggas poultry
Casually just mad to be
A slight degree less royal than a majesty
But glad to be drinking crown royal out the bag it's cheap
And I spit holy shit like a pastor's cheeks
I feel unaccepted
Perfect driving record never had an accident man I'm reckless
They go over my head and snap behind my back like a neckless
Penny for my thoughts take forty-nine more fifty cent
But many men wishing death came with 21 questions
I'm naked
When you get here knock I'm not decent
But I descend right off the deep end
It doesn't depend on if it's a weekend
Everyday I drowning with the sweet sin
I'm a heathen puritys what we cleanse
Depression it creeps in
Now I gotta sit here and pretend
I just knocked it's the weak chin
This is not where we end
This is where the song ends
But I'll get up one day man i promise
But for now I think I'll just lay here
Don't wanna be accepted

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