Heavy

I'm not ready, my thought's heavy, my heart's weak, but brain's a freak

Got issues plenty, should get tested clinically

I think I have borderline split personality

Coupled with I guess ADHD, Anxiety

Attacks are really bad, I'm praying I don't panic

Cuz if I cross the line, there could be more damage

If only I could, overcome my fear damn it

I wouldn't have had to, pick this mic and start ranting

Pen to pad I try to jot down every thought I have

But, all of them are dark so my pages they keep turning black

I try to tackle every fucking issue that I ever had

My sin of attention is pushing me to the stage, so now I rap