(Verse 1)
I roll with the impulse, the impulse guides me/ I long for the normal, but the normal's beside me/ Or rather bereft, I only feel it in steps/ And when I stumble, then I tumble, then it's onto the next/ I think about Uncle Robert, all his brother's had left/ So he drank, tried to hold, and put one in his head/ Met em at the gates, either heaven or hell/ I pray that it's the former, that his pain had dispelled/ I think about Adam, died banging a flag/ In and out of Juvie, rage masking the sad/ Remember we was young, were inseparable friends/ You were still too young, what a regrettable end/ I love you lil cousin, put that on our niece/ I shoulda went to your grave, I just didn't believe/ Couldn't bring myself to see, you at negative feet/ Shannon wiping tears, I woulda wished it was me/

(Verse 2)
/For every blunt rolled, I wish I'da passed/ For every pill popped, I wish it would last/ Wish Mom could look and crack a smile when I pass/ And not worry when I'll crash and if tomorrow's my last/ Not look into my eyes and be reminded of Dad/ So she wouldn't have to hide another sigh when she laughed/ Wish I didn't love him, never knew he exist/ That my name wasn't his, that I wasn't his kid/ I envy all my friends that never knew of their father/ If it's gone, you never know, no memories haunt ya/ Don't dwell in your brain, and continually taunt ya/ Like Dad, not again, goddammit you promised/ Ain't picking up the phone, start praying he's coming/ Like what's more important than your boy who is suffering/ For the umpteenth time, as if it matters or something/ What is this time, your high or busy with fucking/

(Verse 3)
/Do you think of me how I think of me/ And I want you to love me, the only way you can love me/ I’m staying up all night just to text back and forth/ I don’t want it to ever feel like it’s becoming a chore/ This is something I’d give my whole heart for/ They just want to fuck and toss it aside like a whore/ Me, I’m different, can’t you see that/ Only thing shining in a room full of pitch black/ And that’s not a pun at the fact that I do rap/ And in fact am white, and some how I rule that/ You drool fast at slim fast, and I do laugh at you cats/ But it’s not cause you wack, it’s cause I snapped/ I’m not feeling the love, Dangerfield respect status/And you probably didn’t get that, and I’m suffering from madness/ The whole lot of you is tragic, couldn’t make it as a bastard/ Fuck you all, let’s go ahead and move on to the next chapter/