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Andrew Greeley - What it makes me
« on: April 22, 2017, 10:03:53 AM »
**As you cruise along/sit at home, listening to the radio you'd hear a bit of chit chat with the radio hosts, after a few seconds they'd introduce a new song from Andrew Greeley**

**A neat beat comes into play, it'd sound slow paced but would still have a good hip hop vibe to it**

Yo I used to be scared like who am I to have a dream?
I suffer from anxiety,
I'm fighting to just find some peace,
Find a beat and write to it, try to release the violent me,
But silently I hide in pain and let it out in privacy!

Try to be strong, fight depression,
Every nights longer like time is endless,
I try to forget all my regrets in life, but I find that every step is a negative light,
Like BAM! And it's back again,
Black clouds over I'm slashed again,
That foul odour I reek of it,
I dont speak of it cause I'm that depressed,
I know what I am but I hide it great,
2AM but I'm wide awake,
Pacing the dark, find a place, safe in my heart, try to escape,
Then the fire escape when I fall down,
Surrounded by snakes can't crawl out,
I'm trying to break my walls down,
They lie to my face, they all clowns,
And the meds dont help, I'm fed up,
I accept no help I end up,
Left, oh well I guess one day I will lose that pride and get up,
Or maybe I wont,
Maybe I'll stay in that boat,
Shovelling on water staying afloat,
I'm safe on my own,
No trust, no love, I just gotta face it alone,
And I feel like crying,
Every day is harder I feel like dying,
This is real life and I feel like I'm slipping,
 Hitting rock bottom, lost in this prison,
I'm stuck in pain, self destruct,
I can't explain, help me up,
They laugh at my pain, my days are long,
Can't wait to escape and say so long,


Voices in my head keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
And all my peers keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
And all my family keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
So what's that make me? I guess I'm just a piece of shit,

Voices in my head keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
And all my peers keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
And all my family keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
So what's that make me? I guess I'm just a piece of shit,


Yo, it's been three days, still stuck in this bed,
I feel  hungry nothing is left,
In my guts, still fucked in the head,
Its just one of them days, I guess my TV is my best friend,
My CD's are my family, I get by with a wet wipe and ten types of canned beans,
Some days I dont wanna move, dont wanna do no nothing,
I trust me, I don't trust you, I wont jump through no ones rings,
Gotta get my head right, left foot right, get outta bed and get some light,
Wont chuck my life away, I wont give no haters the time of day,
I'm down already, dont need no, co sign and no ego,
It's show time, I leave those low lives and the breeze froze,
Gotta make my moves, get a head of it quick,
I wont give I wont be letting it win,
My hopes thin, but whether it is I wont flinch I'm better than this!
I fill fight till the day that minds gone, my lights off and they bury me,
With a mic cord and my arms crossed in the cemetery,
But I'm not taking this pain no more nah, I'm changing the way that I live life,
I aint fucking with anyone who brings me down, time to take it back cause its mine,
I aint fucking around I'm done playing, I'm done saying I've lost it,
Time to take control, time to break them all, time to save my soul, I got this!
I aint fucking around I'm done playing, I'm done saying I've lost it,
Time to take control, time to break them all, time to save my soul, I got this!


Voices in my head keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
And all my peers keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
And all my family keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
So what's that make me? I guess I'm just a piece of shit,

Voices in my head keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
And all my peers keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
And all my family keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
So what's that make me? I guess I'm just a piece of shit,

Voices in my head keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
And all my peers keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
And all my family keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
So what's that make me? I guess I'm just a piece of shit,

Voices in my head keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
And all my peers keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
And all my family keep telling me, I'm a piece of shit,
So what's that make me? I guess I'm just a piece of shit,





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Re: Andrew Greeley - What it makes me
« Reply #1 on: April 22, 2017, 06:40:25 PM »
Masterpiece.
Spoiler for -..:
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