The Realists - War Lyrics

Im at war inside myself
The constant urge to give up and just Start to scream for help
The constant battle with these demons Feels like I'm in hell
No need to see a doctor he can't feel What I've done felt

It seems like no one has the answer
The thoughts inside my mind just eat Away at me like cancer
If you could be my medicine then I'll Be your commander
Just know I'll never die I'm back alive Like necro-mancer

Damn
Now im in shell shock
I keep on getting mixed signals like at A cross walk
Im running thin on my patience so ill Just jay walk
Im bringing fire and chaos just by my Gun stock
Whole lot

Oh stop, we ain't from the same block
I come from country and trailers you Come from trap spots
How we so different but we making Jaws lock
I think the message will reach em as Quick as air drop

We sound like robots
That algorithm isn't working yet
I think it's time to put on my Kevlar Bullet proof vest
If I drink a whole 5th of vodka take my Drivers test
When I get pulled from the wreckage Will there be something left

Probably a body nobody wanted a
Anyways
I'll drink that fifth of vodka in a honda While on the free way
Don't be surprised if I die cause alive I'll never be the same
Cause no one's helped me since a baby I suffer from growing pains

Those growing pains are a necessity The things that I despite
It's pretty hard to keep on breathing When I'm contemplating life
This shit just makes me suffer and I Will never win the fight
I never see the light in darkness it'll Never shine this bright

Hold up... I think we need a calmer Minute
How the f*ck can I get that I've never Been this stronger with it
Maybe all that rage inside your chest Has finally made a difference
I don't know but I'll give up in like just 30 seconds
What You think you finally got it beat
Depression is like penny wise it's got To f*cking eat
Does it look like imma stand here and Just suffer my defeat
I'mma hold that f*cker ransom or just Sell his f*cking spleen

No need Xanax or Rolex to hide all This pain
No need for blue checks or loose necks To buy all these chains
F*ck all that mumble rap that shits Trash it's outdated in this game
F*ck all them snakes in the grass that Get clout off my name
If you think that we'll stop or the shit Flops then we don't think the same
I only need some pens or pencils to Just go insane
I know this shit sounds so random and Can be so sporadic
But that's depression in me talking and That bitch is so dramatic