My head is racing with complex tensions,
Blinding my eyes visions,
I'm trapped in another deminsion,
And as I sit I'm constiplating all my bad decisions,
Life doesn't even seem worth living,
The hand I was giving,
And it seems my life has been driving, into just a smidgen,
Believe threw time ill get on my own two feet again,
Pain heals with time is what I'm really believing in,
Right now I feel like snapping back,
I'm trying to keep a straight face but I'm laughing at,
Your ways that has got me traveling back,
To the love that you seemed to have but those weren't the facts,
I feel the only way to solve this is squeeze the gat,
The street life is where it's at,
To try and grasp the life I should have had,
I hate to think of wishful thoughts,
Has me thinking of the one thing that I want a lot,
But ill never cop it again without someone telling me 'stop',
And not get caught up in my own felonies twist plot,
Or get caught up in robberies and bullet lead gun shots

Give me some comments on wha u think

Your pretty good bro. I rap 2 on real like you do. U talk about real (unless you lyin) but you got SUM skill. Try addin sum bigger words takes up time I the rap makes it sound faster and better.

I'm just an old fat white guy but I like it. I really like the word in the fourth line, "constiplating." I sit around constiplating all the time.