Vent (Remastered)

[Verse 1]
All they ever see are the frowns
All they ever hear are the swearing sounds
They don’t ever see that I really hurt
It’s not just me, it’s your and my fault
I don’t sit around and just mope
I jump on the raps and get dope
This rap will not fix this mess
This rap gets shit off my chest
Wrong or right, impolite or nice
Nothing or money, dead or alive
This song is not one of those songs
That’s slow and mad, it’s for me not ya’ll
And don’t think that I truly like you
Just because it’s right to be rightful
For me I’ll always be nice to everyone
I don’t ever talk shit right to you

[Chorus]
Here’s the hook, is the song complete now?
If I don’t like it, is it something to leave out?
Whatever, take a deep breath
And make sure you listen to the rest of my spit

[Verse 2]
This is not philosophical
No lessons of life for you to wanna do
This is for me to get better
But not fully, just for me to get up
I don’t care about your reaction
Many times it’s a purely bad thing
I feel like I’m mentally ill
Curing it myself is a hard ordeal
Like coming off your training wheels
Or going back to the way I lived
Obviously I haven’t killed myself
Which means I still got some hope left
If you’re the same way raise your hand
If you can relate to the way I am
Screw it, you don’t have to do that thang
I already know who can and who can’t

[Chorus]
Here’s the hook, is the song complete now?
If I don’t like it, is it something to leave out?
Whatever, take a deep breath
And make sure you listen to the rest of my spit

[Verse 3]
Yes I rhyme yet I’m not fine
Yes to wine, just drink it down
Alcohol to help you when you’re down
Seasonal depression, it’s wintertime
Okay, you have to work for the good things
If you don’t they’re good for nothing
I just vent, explode with this pen
If you say I have everything, that is fiction
You cannot say I’m ungrateful
See I take care of what I gain too
Some say the rap game’s bad
Please explain that as I stay with rap
Self medication, I say what I’m thinking
Sigmund Freud, free association
Lastly, the reason people are reckless
They wanna feel fine, these lives are bitches

[Chorus]
Here’s the hook, is the song complete now?
If I don’t like it, is it something to leave out?
Whatever, take a deep breath
You’ve made it through, congratulations