you/i

It's the fuckin' problem with the system

It's the problem with myself

I lay waste inside a gutter, one drop it taints a well

And when the roll call comes, bitch I ain't there

I was too scared to be myself

I was tweakin' bout my health

Hell be on the 12th floor

I could've tried to grow more

But the issues all collect until

There's nothing in my body but a bunch of pills

Gun in my hand and the urge to kill

Starin' in the mirror like god damn, is this all real?