Текст песни COUCH PYSCHE - LOWERCASE

I'm so ashamed that pain & shame is my common place
More ashamed its more common than common sense.
Tryna maneuver, i honestly hit a drought
At loss of self worth I'm filled with self doubt
Sometimes I ask my self
Is this life worth living
Tryna write good writtens
Rid the feel good riddance
In hope to get some signs
But i'm no mel Gibson
The scales obviously tipping for ppl not my pigment
Elders downsize my dreams cus they downsized theirs
Then tell me don't be like me man they logic is rare
The lack of support is depriving
I'm tryna beat all these cycles parents raises us in pain
The stories always recycle
Maybe I can't pop with this rap shit
Maybe I'm wasting my my time
Time heals wounds but she aint been sewing mine
Thoughts of my pine box
Keeps crossing my mind
With crosses over the body that didn't bless me in time

My musics like an ak you fear before you feel it.
Speaking on some topics you hide in your soul spirit
This could be a class tho I'm no Harvard student
Some constructions better taught by those who struggled to build it
But what do I know I reach for the high road
Familiarities with histories lows give me a goal
Started off broke but this world will never break me
It's all about the journey so naw I'm never braking
Used to stress I didn't know what I want
Now I'm stressed out cus I dont know if I'm ready
When it comes to these dreams shit I got plenty
The agony of dream chasings is you not chasing any
See the seekers don't fit & the fit don't seek
I was raised by the wolves where's the dominantly sheep
In the belly the beast
And these niggas gotta eat
I just hope you ain't food to the feast nigga