Jaded

They never understood me
 Chip off the old block
 Chip on my shoulder
 Might just spray up the whole block
 Anger and emotion cause commotion in my mental state
 Hell is the prison that I'm held in in my mental cage
 From early days of horseplay, the worse way to grow up
 To have ill emotion bottled up until you blow up
 I'm an angry motherfucking kid
 Think of shit that I done did
 Think of shit that I done said
 Then tell me what the problem is
 I ain't got no outlet, no route that
 Can take me away from frustration
 Pain and anger won't escape me
 My demons creeping up and I can't push them to the side
 Because I tend to talk to Satan way more than I speak to God
 It's fucked up. Rap the only way that I can say this
 But I'm wrapped up in my temper, time bomb ticks with hatred
 I blow up and I'm rash now, ain't afraid to lash out
 You hurt me And I hurt you either way we assed out
 Fuck it. Learned to deal with things the violent way
 Cuz I need my respect and imma go out there and find a way
 To show all these niggas that I ain't the one
 Be it Hell or high water or the barrel of the gun
 By any means, it's all extreme, take any opportunity
 To prove a point,that I should not
 To prove a point that I would pop
 A point to prove a point to prove
 Everything I got to lose
 Is everything that I can gain
 And everything I'm going through
 Is just preparing me
 To see the world with clarity
 Shit ain't picture perfect, when it is, that's a rarity
 False that's a fantasy, a dream for when you fast asleep
 Hiding from reality, wishing that your life could be
 Anything, except for what the fuck it is
 Yea the grass ain't always greener but this grass here looks like piss
 Ain't no hope for growth, no rain all drought
 And very little faith, it's All pain all doubt
 My momma pass the blame and I just wanna pass the blame
 But something running through my brain say maybe I'm the one to blame
 Maybe this shit here my fault
 Maybe this shit here is not
 Or Maybe it's your fault that this shit got to where it got
 But pointing all these fingers ain't gone point to resolution
 Just conflict,confrontation,arguments and no solution
 I don't see no future in us doing what we're doing
 But It is what it it is so imma just keep it moving
 I keep it moving, ain't no stressing what I'm doing
 I take it on the head brush it off and keep it moving
 Lived my life at the crossroads
 Now it's time to cross those
 When it's said and done just say a prayer for my lost soul