I had a thought from the dark pits of hellI can’t tellIf I want it, if I want something elseHard to tellEverytime I try to fight with myselfI’m defeatI’m realizing everything that I lackIt’s a factI have a tendency to stick to the pastWhile it lastsI got this growing pains from growing too fastStill I’m weakI can’t decide if I wanted the truthHas no useI’m getting closer to my last days of youthCrack my toothI’m still a slave of the fate that I chooseHard to fixI had a feeling I was gonna get farCredit cardsOnly became more reasons to hit the barsLower barsAnd all the fancy tricks to maintain the farseWatch your sixI have resentments that are starting to festI confessI cursed my family in dishonest jestDropped the maskThose are the symptoms of turning fatherlessI repeatAnd now I’m searching for something to loseI can’t chooseNothing gets closer to those last days abusesBad excuseI knew the anger was too close to defuseLike a jinx