I've always felt like an outcast
Like I need a reverend to cast out my demons
3AM and I am still awake feeling at my best
High on opium and feeling numb
Yet I'm the castaway, pots made from clay
Alienated from the greenest bunch
Filmed clips with my ex while we were high on X,
Then she sent a text saying that she's late on her period.

Life hit you like a hurricane and you just accepted it in silence
Take yourself as an ally,
Not the enemy you are trying to destroy so bad
The numbness is poison you should quit as you might become a dad
The candies you pop are the enemies you should fight
Your world's so dark almost black,
Please find your God and let in some light

You have to try and get it
This world is dark and the beliefs are antiquated
I use the drugs to replace the hugs
And cold shrugs from this world so stark.
I wouldn't mind being a father
That's why I nut inside her
These...