I slipped and fell in shit instead of love.

Shit, put that picture from the shelf up on the wall and lay it face down
annoyed, so overjoyed, I'm pretty hate bound.
guilt from my trip, paranoia's got me zipped lipped, pleading the fifth
and I could never come to a firm grip

Yea I played the silent card, yea I played it real hard,
personality, and emotion, there is no regard.
I can't help but wonder if I never left all
would have it been real better for me and you after all?


I'm done asking questions,
only answers can help now

don't think I see you frontin,
Bitch!
I can call every foul!

I can call every shot!
Damn me to hell, if I pity myself now intentionally or not!

I'm not stopping here, I've got some shit on my chest
that'll hit you full force with or without your bullet proof vest!

Ahem *clears throat*

Me against the world, Maybe not or maybe or so.
Where's the motivation when you have nowhere to go?
Concentration at a lack,
they say you never should turn back
but where wold be the fun in that?

Pistol whipped and now I'm dead
But look who's alive inside your head.

These words are tattooed and you'll never forget

REMEMBER WHO'S WORTHY
AND WHO'S MADE OF SHIT.