paroles de chanson Section 3 - Symi Nemesis

You're being detained under section 3 Of the mental health act
Which means that two doctors and an approved mental health practitioner
Believe that you have a mental disorder that puts you or others at risk
And you require hospital treatment for up to 6 months against your wishes

I was 13 when I picked up a razor
I was cutting my wrists at school, had bandages and wipes tucked inside my blazer
I knew there was something wrong with my mind, but I didn't think it was anything major
Fuck
How wrong could I be
Manic depression was inside of me
And my parents just knew it was peak
But they never knew the tea
Suspended like every single motherfucking week
Feeling at ease when I watch myself bleed
And every single episode had me feeling weak
Felt like a misfit in multiple circles
I couldn't do school, wasn't good with my feet
Found a new way to cope that I couldn't believe
Started swallowing chats and blowing bare weed
These drugs are tapped, facts
No vapor, I'm charged up to the max
Some bottles of Buckie, me, and some white boys in random fields just swallowing chats
Back then, I wasn't in scraps
Til my nigga got hit in the head with a baseball bat
Damn, wasn't gonna take that crap
We lurked in BOD tryna turn man pack
I was doing my national 5s same time
I was tryna get my hands on a shotgun shotgun
Police clocked on and raided my gaff, told lies fam I ain't got one
Bro just said fuck beef, and we all got funds
Gained new mates but we also lost some
Big fuck you to all the lost ones

I've dealt with snitches, I've ran down rats
Woke up to petrol in council flats
I've stabbed man up, been in the trap
Been in a bando smoking with cats
But I wasn't just bando living I was an addict and my skin was itching
I Ruined my fucking skin, I wish I heard when my nigga said listen
My girl was saying the same but them times I just took it as bitching
Back then I had nothing to lose so I could easily grip on a kitchen
FKs ZKs hammers and rambos, tryna remove some black kids afro
16 stabbed my man on the backroad
17 kicking off doors to the bando
And I'm sitting all alone once again
It's ments how all of my niggas just left
It's sad, that they love me at my best
No cap, when its peak they want me dead
It's bad, I might leave one or two of them red
Or one or two them dead
I need to get out of my head
Before I permanently rest in a bed
This water suffocates me
I'm really struggling to breathe
I feel like I'm drowning, I feel like I'm drowning
And I know that I'm sinking deeper
This water suffocates me
I'm really struggling to breathe
I feel like I'm drowning, I feel like I'm drowning
And I know that I'm sinking deeper