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Originally Posted by Só leigheas
Something else I can't tell anyone...
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Possible trigger:
It's okay, it's okay. I'm gonna make it anyway
Sometimes I just feel like quittin', I still might
Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin' with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin' ain't right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin' a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl
And I clam up [wham], I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
Just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get off the bus, then split
Man, **** this ****, yo I'm goin' the **** home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
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Also...
Possible trigger:
A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death?
Hell yeah, I'm afraid of death
I don't want to die yet
A lot of people think that I worship the devil
That I do all types of retarded ****
Look, I can't change the way I think
And I can't change the way I am
But if I offended you, good
‘Cause I still don't give a ****
For all the weed that I've smoked – yo, this blunt's for you
To all the people I've offended – yeah, **** you too!
To all the friends I used to have – I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ***
For all the drugs that I've done – yo, I'm still gonna do
To all the people I've offended – yeah, **** you too!
For every time I reminisce – yo, I miss my past
But I still don't give a ****, y'all can kiss my ***
I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
And cut you so fast, when your blood spilled, it was still blue
I'll hang you until you dangle and chain you with both ankles
And pull you apart from both angles
I wanna crush your skull 'til your brains leak out of your veins
And bust open like broken water mains
So tell Saddam not to bother with makin' another bomb
‘Cause I'm crushin' the whole world in my palm
Got your girl on my arm, and I'm armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on
And the pants to match ("Here, Momma, try 'em on")
I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives
A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives
(Shittin' on rappers) Causing hospital accidents
God help me, before I commit some irresponsible acts again
I know this may sound impossible, but look at Eminem the reason why I love him so much (despite I don't have exact same views as him), is because he was abused, beaten, outcast to the point of brain damage. (Yes, he does have brain damage) YET he has something like savant syndrome, cause he raps like no other. While yes there are some rappers that may rap faster/have better lyrics/never released a crappy album, they aren't quite Shady.
Here is a PsychCentral article on him having
bipolar disorder.
I cannot help but relate to him. For you, I know it's gonna be real hard and it won't happen overnight, just try your best to beat your depression and don't burn out in the process. Be like Em, destroy your problems and shine... you don't need to have a career, **** career, just have a nice personality and be in less pain. And enjoy life.
You do belong here in the universe.
