Rome…

Rome wasn’t built in a day so they say

Alone under my quilt am startin to go grey

blown all my chances, heart in disarray

home is where you fart, shit, piss n forever pray

 

layed down pennin out my pain on a Friday

slayed my doubts aint gonna pout aint gonna play

crazy is the shoutin outside that wake me up then

try to get my zeds my heads messed up again

 

perpetually fed up in so many ways

incredibly stressed you see the blood pump my veins

nothing bring zest I just get carried away

take me to the grave before my grey matter strange

 

everything is tame I could say its ok

the thing is I dont wanna be lyin about life

the bite of a spider the blade of a knife

gettin high like space just to pace out my stay

Hell

it seems life is in the dice of the hands of Satan

I believe my soul is ice from woman and man lost their fate

I dream they never left but in my breath its blatant

I scream when I wake when am facin at the gates

 

o hell or heaven where were racin to at a fast pace

I cant seem to take it steady get ready hate

and some aint gonna wait or be hesitatin at all

am gonna be a devastated delicate fool

 

just the same as ever – many days are straight cruel

I will never be severed of the tears while my heart beats

Aimin to get clever never made it outta school

the years have an art of learnin to make you weak

 

so bleak and gloomy the doom will make you speak

consumed by defeat and the heat of hell

dispellin many myths that were gonna be well

well I guess this is it of all this ish me I can tell