“Depression.”…A Rap. Your Thoughts?
Question by Rapper-Double-UK: “Depression.”…A Rap. Your thoughts?
Chorus:
This is DEPRESSION!
I don’t see the sun ’cause all I see is rain!
This is DEPRESSION!
All I see is darkness, I’m obviously just sayin’…
This is DEPRESSION!
I’m honestly just stuck with all this ceaseless pain
The skies are always bleak and grey!
But I don’t want to be this way!
Verse 1:
When I go walkin’ down the blocks some all of a sudden wanna judge
Looks like a dumb obnoxious bum! Looks like a thug who’s hooked on drugs!
Looks like a loveless troubled thug who’s just havin’ trouble gettin’ loved
He’s got a strut just like a thug who all of a sudden thinks he’s tough
He’s walkin’ and flossin’ bling he’s got! Now what is this thug just thinkin’ of?
Now what does the public think of all this bling and hobbled gangster walk?
He’s probably about to hit the wall? Some people might gawk and think he’s drunk!
Now within his pockets does he have a gun with slugs or spliff or blunt?
But I’m not a thug—I kid you not! And I don’t do drugs—I kid you not!
So all of you dumb dumbs stop the talkin’ stop the judgin’—friggin’ stop!
And I don’t pop bottles in the club or frolic with drunkards in a pub
I live in this culture called hip hop, when spittin’ some bars—this kid has heart!
But livin’ is hard not gettin loved, and livin’ is hard just gettin’ judged
I’m livin’ despondent in this dark and lookin’ for another place to run
I’m livin’ impoverished—this is rough! I’m findin’ it tough to get a job!
To the people who judge—middle finger is up! ‘Cause I just don’t wanna give a f**k!
(CHORUS x2)
Verse 2:
When I was a little lad I truly had to endure my dad’s abuse
And I’m-a assure you what’s the truth is I was severely battered, bruised
But now I don’t get that bad abuse, still Dad has a dirty attitude…
In damn disputes sayin’ that I’m useless which leads to just really bad disputes!
When I was a little lad—it’s true—I’ve also been bullied bad in school!
From scars and bruises to havin’ a group of ruthless rude kids snatch my juice
Now what does this really add up to when I would pursue to attack the group?
Detention in school, a scab or a bruise, the matter of truth is I get screwed
Now that I’ve matured and not in school, my life just has truly not improved
Still battlin’ through f**kin’ mass confusion, these times are just filled with nasty moods
No job—not in school—I’m rather doomed! Damn what should I do? Don’t have a clue!
I could have selected to walk the route of hustlin’ crack and chuggin’ booze
The fact’s I am truly not a fool! And hustlin’ drugs is just uncool!
Now take a true journey in my shoes before you attack this troubled youth
I’m gettin’ a ton of mad abuse trapped under this ROOF—yo that’s the truth!
And I’m just doomed as I grasp this truth: “I’m trapped in this GLOOM with no cash to move!”
(CHORUS x2)
Verse 3:
Now within my toxic broken home there’s tons of negative emotion
The dramatics get exposed when ample tension’s left unspoken
With Mom and Dad at each other’s throats, some small accessories get broken
Tense commotion, sad emotions, the molten lava’s just explodin’
You know my dad just gets annoyin’ ’cause he’s always damn controllin’
In the afternoon or mornin’—it’s like that—this matter’s sordid!
He just has the yakkin’ goin’ even at the bathroom toilet
My dad is bored and unemployed, I hear the anger that he’s voicin’
It doesn’t matter at this point if he is mad or unemployed
‘Cause I am mad and unemployed but I don’t have the yakkin’ goin’
Yo I am definitely not a stoic boy, I’m sendin’ out this warnin’:
“Still I attack when I’m provoked, so folks don’t get this fact distorted!”
With tempers boilin’ at this home there’s always chatter of divorcin’
I’d hoped to exit from this home, but costs of rents I can’t afford them
I’m unemployed and I’m annoyed at all the trash that I’m absorbin’
I cannot stand my father’s BULLSH*T, at any moment I’m EXPLODIN’!
This massive load that’s on my shoulder’s a heavy boulder that I’m holdin’
If any folks are talkin’ BULL, without a warnin’ I’m-a throw it
This temper still—I can’t control! So I can blow up like explosives!
Just like a hornet that gets cornered I will attack—yo I’m not jokin’!
My body still is not that built, so I get pushed and I get bullied
My body dysmorphic disorder has got me sportin’ gangster clothin’
Depression’s got me on the ropes with lack of hope and endless torture
At times I’d hoped this life was over—but that’s BULL! So I’m just copin’!
(CHORUS x2)
~W.K.
Best answer:
Answer by GRKiller
….. its depressing
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