Check one, two
T.H on the mic' it's alright
Maybe I need to open my eyes
Stop the sighs and crys and all lies
See I feel like peeling my skin
Sometimes I'm feeling a bit' din'
I miss being thin feel like a trash bin
Begin within and see I been a sin
I don't know why I feel this
I only guess bout this
Realize that maybe I'm not sad
Analyze that crybaby can be mad
Mad maybe I'm not sad
I don't know what to think of that
It's like taking a swing wit' the bat
You might hit, you might miss, think about that
My mind telling me quit
But I can't submit
Till I see my brother living fit
Shit, legit, it hit me, and told me don't quit
That's why I have yet to commit
Just sit back and take a hit
Must let my pack make it
Then and only then I sit
Maybe I need to open my eyes
Stop the sighs and crys and all lies
See I feel like peeling my skin
Sometimes I'm feeling a bit' din'
I miss being thin feel like a trash bin
Begin within and see I been a sin
Guess that I do have purpose
Know that I do have purpose
I'm starting to feel a bit pissed
Imma' starting going to this shit I missed
Comeback stronger than ever
Comeback and end it forever