I think about killin' myself on the daily Everyone loves but I feel like they hate me I can't explain the way that I feel so everyone feels like I hate them, I hate me Blaming myself for all of this hell Mama would tell me I need to get help But she isn't here 'cause she followed through I guess that explains my mental health Help, I've been through Hell I used to fantasize about being like everyone else But Satan took my mom away, my other mom just bailed I haven't seen my sister since my dad's locked in a jail Inside his own mind I sit alone at night and cry in my studio Begging God, please just tell me why The only one that really cares is my wife Don't get me wrong she's all I need But even she has a family Who am I supposed to talk to When I got questions about being a father nobody responds to? I'm tired of learnin' on my own I just want my kids to grow up in a happy home They're happier when daddy's home But they would rather see me working nine to five You can't afford to sacrifice, just give up all your dreams and cry But tell your kids that they can fly I wonder why we always fight and why I'm at an all time I think about killin' myself on the daily Everyone loves but I feel like they hate me I can't explain the way that I feel so everyone feels like I hate them, I hate me Blaming myself for all of this hell Mama would tell me I need to get help But she isn't here 'cause she followed through I guess that explains my mental health Help, I've been through Hell These voices tellin' me I'll never make it out of my cell I used to walk the hallways and I talked to myself Now I got people always tryna tell me they proud I don't believe you, I've never seen you I'll never please you, never need you So please relieve you, I'm pleased to leave you Here's a review, your heart is see-through It's hard to see through If I'm beneath you then let me beat you I need some peace to breathe, 'cause everybody's countin' on me And sometimes I just can't sleep My mind's got me on my knees I never thought my life would come to this I know that Jesus made me for a purpose but I feel I might succumb to this Pressure in my head, you're better off dead I'm a mess, what's success if you have no one left to share it with?