Depression

My eyes closed, can’t see
My mind stoned, can’t sleep
Ain’t got no appetite, I can’t even eat
It’s kinda hard being me
My eyes closed, can’t see
My mind stoned, can’t sleep
Ain’t got no appetite, I can’t even eat
It’s kinda hard being me
D, E, P, R, E, S, S, I, O, N
A real street nigga, but I got depression
A lot of things really left my feelings hurtin'
Just wanna please everybody, I’m not perfect
I tried to do right and be your stepping stone
But you ain’t do right, you even did me wrong
And I don’t know which world that I’m standing on
I just wanna be left in the room with microphones
My dad held me on the couch when mic was on
Your feelings get hurt and then you get your typing on
I miss my nigga you just know he gotta-