I choose to bear witness to the faults of my past
Forming the future's a fucked up test
Relay sympathies to anyone else
Debate relationships and hear what I tell
Take a stroll through hell with me
What else is there to do, what else is there for free
What else what else what else what else fuck it man
I'd rather sit here with my dick in my hand
I was supposed to go to college but I took a different path
I can't believe it but I'm following in his footsteps
No not really, but it appears so
When I'm not some fucking scholar but a bump in the road
I walk this path alone, not by choice and not by pleasure
I gave up my direction to see the world from my tether
The price I paid, this life I made
It's not worth the trouble and the toll it takes
The actions make the man, so I've met my maker
But Imma be something whether it's now or later
I need to explore, discover, have Gatling epiphanies
Advance in my age smoothly, no worries about me
But I can't, held in the past and the future
Can't appreciate the present I've been given
Too young for my time and too old for my age
Too many unnecessary clouds in the sky tonight
But Imma fight, that's the one thing I learned
Struggling's the will to live, and I bear the burns
Like Icarus I flew too high
But I'm flame retardant I can't lie
I'll recover, relapse, mistrial and die
I'm ready for the future but what does that imply