Track for the first round of the topical tourney on VI
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Lyrics
Seems like I'm stuck in hell for the rest of my time. never famous, known or get my head pressed on a dime.
This is my city, my home, my doom, my throne. no pleasure no friends, no news, just alone.
wintertime is colder than my uncles wife. twenty years old I'm not ment for cold life.
No wonder why some kids around here obeys night. At winter you can't blink, you might miss the daylight.
It's eight hours sleep and sixteen hours of boredom. There's tickets outta here, but god knows I can't afford them
Some people woulda said I'm better off in this place. No drugs no criminals no sign of drama in my days.
Take bad in with good instead of nothing at all. Don't wanna waste my life up till my coffin' lid falls.
Isolated from the world with flaws and benefits. can't blame it all on others cause I know I've been a twit.
I've had opportunities to leave this community back when I hit puberty i left the immunity.
I know I coulda shoulda, I know I woulda cared more. If I kept on rowin', I'd be gone from the shore.
This village lookin' place don't even have a hot chick. It's wore out more souls than the New York Knicks.
If I had some drugs, time would be simpler to kill. A little blunt each day would leave my life more filled.
But I got no pot, opium, blow or nyquill. This place is so cold, can't even grow it myself.
So I'm stuck here by myself with nothing funny to do. What is sadness in my eyes probly seems funny to you.
I'll climb up a tree, fall down and break my face. Cause nothing else happens in this godforsaken place.
I know It's damn pathetic to wallow in self pity. But this is hardly a home and fuckin' far from a city.
