2007 is coming to a close But my mind is as open as it can be I survived another year But I don't know how much longer I can keep depression from being the end of me Those suicidal thoughts are happening more frequently Failure is my worst fear Have you ever been so sad That your sadness couldn't be expressed in tears Crying is just a waste of water Water that Georgia could use I'm a hip-hop head for life But lately I've been finding myself Listening to a lot of Jazz and Blues My best friend's name is depression My worst enemy is love I just wish she would tell me where we stand So I can decide if I want to Step up and embrace her Or fall back and let her get hit by the bus Life is so overrated I guess you can say I over-hate-it Ain't seen happiness in a long time And even if I did I'd probably wouldn't recognize it I'm zoning out to Joe Budden's Mood Muzik 3 Shit is hot I need it...especially since its so cold outside Lupe is telling us if you try to be the coolest Get ready for the die Because the life of superstar Will eventually end in due time My cell phone ain't rung in days I guess people don't care about me these days I'm sending text messages and can't get a reply It's about time I start erasing people from my mind I hate when I invest so much effort into a friendship And I can't get the same effort back Miss me with that "oh...I was busy" shit 'Cause that excuse is over used and wack It seems like women my age Like being with dudes that ain't shit Older women treat me like a king Because they see I have the potential to the shit My toilet is broken So I'm focused to coexist With both types of feces Earth is cesspool of ignorance, hatred and disease The wrong objects accumulate the most wealth Mama said so many people look up to me She couldn't understand why I look down on myself I told her I was depressed She thought I joking And tuned me out Sometimes I stay in the house all day I won't even go out Tried to get help But the help didn't work So what am I supposed to do? I don't know man What's the point of it all We're born, then we live, then we die What do you do when you don't like life?