Vqcant - Outcasts Lyrics

Stick rubbing it's a bigger degree
They beginning to flee
Pick three sticking as the bigotry bleeds
This is simple to me
Thinking bout my industry dreams simpleton schemes
Learned quicker than the ministry teached, taught
Head in the clouds
Head, gone, i've severed it down
Checkered lines led by a shepherd with clowns
My rhymes sick but it's better when they peppered with sound
Scared senseless when i'm next to the crowd
It's menacing now, my brain flowing in the river i'm beginning to drown
Sad walking down the halls with the biggest of frowns
Needing a friend, nobody else it's just me and a pen
Seeking the bridge, deep in the pit, see where it ends i'm reaping the fits
Scared scarrred can't deplete or amend
Life is just a game it's too early to quit
Bury that shit, nobody wants to hear it it's too sad to be lit
They just searching for a good time
Finding strangers lacking patience with some good wine
I'm seventeen, with a f*cking dream
Just let me be or hop on the wagon
I been crying in my room over scripting my passion
Dragging me down as i'm fixing my actions
This is sinning or has been, god not helping i'm depleting with sad shit
Pay attention take a seat when i'm rapping, i'm dead in a coffin
Flicking in the dark just to toggle an off switch
I'm conscious boasting f*ck a 9-5 cause your dream is a profit
They bleeding with nonsense, my bones teaming im demanding to stop it
It's the revelations, i'm searching for a grip i need it it's the desperation
Elevating higher with every rhyme i've written
Narcissistic, oddly scripted, ripping flesh till ive lowered the census
This what the pen does, i live with the pad
Depending what i feel it's too deep to be sad
Knowing what i've wrote this shit is easily mad
Ah

I know this shit is different
This ain't the f*cking end of it
Not limited to shit you bitches throwing in the pit
Shield with bricks and kids with sticks my mind is f*cked this is the end
I'm stuck in a cell, Troubled with hell
Ringing the bell take me away
I hate these games these people fake my aim is centered to top the gates
Then build the craft, You skilled but trash
Im doing this as a lifeline
I can't even find time to write these lines despite the shit i feel inside
I'm screaming for help, This is just a method i'm not seeking the wealth
Deep in control reaping my soul the devil on my lawn but my knees on the floor
I'm sleeping but poor it's deep in my core
Going to work and i'm leaving at 4
But i wanna quit, Drop out of school i can't handle this shit
My brain falling out the side cause they tampered with it
Maybe i should disappear man this music is it
I'm f*cking sick of always seeing you pricks
Kill me now cause i know i'll f*cking rest in some peace
Hell is just a metaphor i see in my dreams