The Black

[Verse 1]
Tape Two: Religion, it was so last year
Hatin’ the gays, yet still being queer
Hatin’ myself crying all of those tears
Didn’t know how to overcome my fears
Trying to find out who even cares
In desperate need of some mental repairs
Still underwater, gasping for air
HT an outlet y’all can’t even compare

[Verse 2]
Trick or treat, making beats
Alone all night, rinse and repeat
No sweets since 13
Since then I’ve been hurting
Demons they’ve been lurking
Down the streets I’m smirking
At all my innocence that’s gone
Guess In a sense it won’t be long
‘Til repressed times rip me
Just like my cousin raped me
And now I fucking hate me
Blames on me, and make seams
It’s the month of Halloween
When all the little shitty things
Burst out from your fuckin' gut
I’ll grab that razor make some cuts, like fuck