Coughing Up Blood - Mac Lethal

I’ll be honest, I’ll be raw, I’ll be real as hell

Lately I’ve been thinking fuck it, maybe I should kill myself

This is the first time I’ve ever considered this, but fuck it

I can’t handle all this pressure, but wait a minute

If I take my life and end it, 'cause I seem scared of my feelings

Who the fuck is gonna be there for my children?

I’m not scared to die, I guess I’m scared to start

It feels like I’m far too damaged to repair my heart

It down my cheeks, the depression pours

I’m in too much pain to open up your empty dresser drawers

I’m into much pain to open up that’s what you left me for

I guess I felt too much of my own pain, instead of yours

My children smell the Brandy on my breath

They smell the marijuana stench, I swear it’s so intense

Is this Hell?

Fuck!

It has to be, I swear I caught a glimpse

The hurt is blacker and it’s deeper than the Mariana Trench

Japanese whiskey bree in a crystal glass

Knowing I could end this pain with one single pistol blast to the head

But I can’t heal if I’m dead

So maybe I should finally confront my twisted past

I’ve had insomnia for days, I’m exhausted in the days

The sun is bright and it’s shining but I’m lost inside a maze

Like the shining—

I’ve lost my fucking mind, and I do not care if I find it

I’m panicking, I’m hiding, man but all this full of love

We need dissolve our fucking grudge

Before our family gets divided by two lawyers and a judge

I’m coughing up my blood

I can’t handle this experience, stop it, pull the plug

I swear I’ve lost my faith

There is toxic waste up in my bloodstream

Every single man in the world only wants one thing

It’s not sex, not beauty, not a piece of mind

It’s a woman, that’s okay if she is weak sometimes

I’m losing it, I swear to God I’m back to do some stupid shit

So many people out there are hurt and we call them lunatics

Because the pain, makes them do something that seems twisted

When all they fucking needed was someone to sit and listen, god damn!

Yeah I paid my dues, I paid in full

Severtized with myself, the blade is cold

I carry grief by the ton, it’s a weight I pull

So many vibrant fucking colors in my faded soul

Yeah, to add insult to injury

Let me scan myself for some injuries to in salt

So icy, every inch of me is insult

I see the person in the mirror, like it’s his fault

I’ll be honest, I’ll be raw, I’ll be real as hell

Lately I’ve been thinking fuck it maybe I should kill myself

But nah, if I die I can’t live my life, instead I play a beat and write

I’ll be honest, I’ll be raw, I’ll be real as hell

Lately I’ve been thinking fuck it maybe I should kill my—

Nah nah, not that, not that, something that is— okay how about this?

I’ll be honest, I’ll be raw, I’ll be real as hell

Lately I’ve been thinking fuck it maybe I should get some help

Yeah, yeah, yeah, therapy I’d say, yeah, that’s better