This coping
I’m hoping
to help me stop moping bout
all the things that just make me want to scream and shout.
Let me go back to middle school, just for an instant.
The people are gone but the rage aint so distant.
With the people who diss me and then say that I’m nothing
and I still fold my hand though I know that their bluffing
because I don’t know fight them you cant fight haters with hate.
I’m in an ocean filled with sharks and I’m just the bait.
And so I fell into depression. It was getting pretty deep.
The only satisfaction I ever got was from the nights that I could sleep.
And it’s hard to be a rapper who’s almost at his peak
when you’re going through an emotional train wreak version of s*** creek.
Now pardon my language that wasn’t very nice
but let me give you a tip, a little word of advice.
It’s not good to make fun of someone you know nothing about.
It makes them start to die inside. It makes them stare to doubt
who they are, what they do, and what they think they can be
until it’s dark, and then their too blind to see
all the quality in life and all the good things there are
and these are the signs that you took it too far.
And so I picked up a pencil within the ball that I was curled.
I wrote down a few rhymes, then I was king of the world.
It soon became my outlet, it made me feel better
so I kept writing down rhymes letter by letter.
Fast forward a year I’m rapping like a boss on stage
rhyming about bullies and haters and all this pent up rage
and then I’m shaking your hand and I see the twinkle in your eyes
and I’m thinking to myself “man this is why I’m alive.”
I’ve finally found my purpose yes I’ve finally found my calling
and I can finally stop this coping and I can finally stop bawling
about all the things that make me wish everyone else would just die
so now this rap’s over, see ya, time to go, bye.