BLOOD AND BODIES

[Verse]
Walk inside the house, dad had locked himself inside his room
Mom is banging on the door, the kitchen reeks of rotten food
She threatenin' to call the cops, probably for a wellness check
Only seven witnessing the sight of some unholy stress
Three years later, first time I had thoughts about a rope and neck
During school, I use to hit myself or mutilate my flesh
Because what I was being taught didn't make no sense
Four years later, you can smell on me a marijuana stеnch
Years before I did an еdible and fucked my brain up
Took me about one year of recovery to give a fuck
13, trippin' off the weed somehow, 2021
2023, sitting alone while I'm eatin' lunch
I ain't been loved once, what's in me? A deep lack of trust
8th grade thoughts of suicide again, need a MAC to bust
Called my friends because I couldn't find in search a fuckin' gun
Straight-faced, told 'em what my plan was, they ain't give a fuck
Warts all on my hand, bandaged up, insecurities
All because impurities, flesh was so unclear to me
Face just didn't feel like me, mirror won't a sight to see
Wearing masks around my house, only back in January
I ain't wanna see myself that bad, all I felt was shame
Don't feel guilt or pity 'cause the thing is no one caused this, mane
All my thoughts have worn me down from my fuckin' brain
I'm going down all because my mind is so depraved