BKnitts - Outcast lyrics

Another dreary morning locked away
These lyrics pouring
Nothing out there is appealing to
Him so he's here recording
Dear sweet lord he
Lost his mind he's clearly morbid
People cast him out cuz he
Thinks God is dead, and weird is normal
It's that life of loner kids
Just that type persona is
Not affixed to fit within this system
I ain't controlling it
Deep breaths he'd rather fight
Than hold it in
Targeted because they think he's weak
My condolences laughing at em
They keep calling him an outcast
Little do they know he's been about that
(ah yeah)
Your heart'll take a feeble mind to
Hell and shut it down fast
His heart'll rise from ashes
Fight them back and make this sound last
He don't want the fame or
Money just the rapping tenure
He just wants to make it out
Alive from rap in ten years
Surrounded now by mobs of
Actors repping flashy vendors
Who got the fans but lacking talent
That's what happens when you're
Trapped in a system ass backwards as met sys
Somebody break these chains that
Are rendering us defenseless
That chain around your neck ain't pure
At all it's leaving imprints
If I don't break the chain I'll break
The mold and hop the fences

They see him as different so
They treat him as different
But when commands get barked out
Wonder why he doesn't listen
No belief in this system
That squeezes it's victims
Dry of any last drop of creative image
We made it this way or he
Believes that we allow it
Relating hype to glory and
Materials to prowess
This generation is impatient hardly waiting
Like an ounce is
So either vomit out that garbage
Or keep remaining soundless
They found it easier to be
A money hungry petty bore
Recycled bars about turning up
And overkilled metaphors
We have a million choices yet this
The shit we settle for?
He's packing way more than
Punches in his lines, you can bet it's war
There's no rest for the wicked
So quite often he's anxious
Feeling stuck in this shell
This locked box that you gave him
His only shot at freedom is
Somewhere off in these pages
Just the lost soul, the outcast
This monster you made him

Now he's got his family concerned
Lacking sanity in verses they keep
Askin if he's hurt
And it's hard to put an answer into words
Cuz he knows that it depends
On if his attitude inverts
Up at one minute down the next
Empty one bottle down the next
Death by one chain round his neck
Death by 2Chainz probably next
This clouded head only finds a purpose
When I write these verses
My psyche's nervous for the future
Day when I'll be earnest
These fucked up thoughts of mine just
Help to keep my fire burning
But, I keep learning they'll turn me to
Ash if I don't purge them
It's hard to understand my passion is my vice
One things for certain, I quit rapping
I quit life it's a battle every night
My stamina I sacrifice
And even though it's killing me if
I don't handle it I'll die
If I don't handle it I'll die
Self destructing fool
Never grab my own advice
But am I drowning? Or am I on the rise?
This is just another wave
Take my hand and we'll survive