Lyrics Canned Food - Kxmcxle

I don't wanna do it, I don't want to show him he messed up
He was supposed to love and care for my mom and protect her
All he did was neglect her
Now i'm sitting tryna' fix all this shit on my own, i'm doing my best bruh
I'm keeping my chest up
I'm keeping my head up, high
Cause when I think about this guy I get fed up
And want to cut his throat but still I won't let up
I got a purpose and i'm chosen and i've already said it

Surviving off of canned food
When I build up this brand, boom
I'll get my sister, my mother up out of this jam soon
I'll blossom and bloom, like flowers in the spring don't assume
That you know what I do
You ain't even part of my crew
You just look from the window while i'm all alone in the room
Not even by myself but i've been on the shelf not consumed
Got a few people that i'm grateful for they knowing it too
Most of this world be hateful they just really never been through it

They close minded i'm through with it
They cannot think intuitive
So they envy all the shit that i'm doing
I think i'm crazy cause I think about the ways i'm abused and I can't escape it
I just wanna put his face on the news
And make them blur it out because of all the bruises, contusions that i'mma leave him with
When I decide to let my brain loose, fuck

Nah, let it loose I can't do it
So i'll just focus on music

I'm focusing on bringing people in my life a better me
I really suck at talking so I've been writing these letters weekly and they're getting real deep
I feel like standing on the edge with you and watching you leap
Down, hundreds of feet
Because you left my family feeling defeat
And you don't give a fuck and now we know you never liked me
Wish you would want to go i'd kick the chair from under your feet
Then stand it back up, take a seat, and watch you struggle to breathe, but fuck it

I cannot live out my thoughts
I got to run it up and be on top, and focus on the gift that I got
I'm manifesting bad energy so I got to stop
And let the positive come in my life before I go rot
I'm really motivated, you think i'm not
You think i'm not a man for reasons I don't understand, but you really not
You showed your true colors, they're really botched
I hope i never see your face again and hope it's cause your dead in a box

But

(I still don't want to do it, I don't want to show him he messed up)
(He was supposed to love and care for my mom and protect her)
(All he did was neglect her)
(Now i'm sitting tryna' fix all this shit on my own, i'm doing my best bruh)
(I'm keeping my chest up)
(I'm keeping my head up, high)
(Cause when I think about this guy I get fed up)
(And want to cut his throat but still I won't let up)
(I got a purpose and i'm chosen and i've already said it)

Feel like i'm glued to a tight rope with you at the end
And all I want to do is jump off but cannot give in
And if I did then I would probably enjoy what i'm in
I'm talking about life but you already fucked that up shit
So now i'm plotting for your throat to get slit
I'll tie you up in front of everyone you damaged
And hit your head with a brick, until it's bleeding uncontrollably
And if they try to stop me then i'll repeat what i'm doing again, to them

No I really won't
I just want them to understand, that when i'm in my head
I always think of killing this man
It's been so long since I let go of the xans
Now i'm just smoking weed and focused on the vision and plan
And I can't even lie i've been feeling bland
Doing the same thing again and again and again I cannot stop I want to give in
But if I give in this will come to an end
And I would just be a victim of all the trauma i've lived