Tired

I take life one day at a time
My mind is in decline
I'm seeing things from behind
Swag and drip inside fancy cribs
While the poor is collecting bullets from his ribs
Dusted the pad so I could rhyme and rap
I'm living inside a closet full of mouse traps
Suppressing my pain to avoid getting mad
Cause if I snap I'd probably go for a stab
Everything I touch turns to dust
Even the prettiest things bring disgust
I never hold hands and I'm afraid of who I am
A half decent man taking matters into his own hands

I'm blacking out
And I tried to shout
I can hear the devil in my ears planting doubt
I'm blacking out
And I tried to shout
I can hear the devil in my ears planting doubt

I'm a pacifist who embraces war
I own a truck and I still steal cars
A creature of habit that had gone far
I love to play the drums and I hate guitars
If it isn't for tomorrow no one would stand
It's hope that makes us clinch with both hands
Even if you feel like shit today
Just know ahead are for sure better days