Jason's Room

Standing in my room with an empty gun,
I wish for bullets so I can pull it,
And then be done,

Paranoia shapes what my friends become,
I won't cower from my fate, 
But I have hell to come,

I play thier games but I've seldom won,
I had a lot of friends but respect from none,
I've had a hard life what's next to come,
A road with some bumps, I've had more than enough,

A life like fire's not warm enough,

I want your love, and the ones I love to want my touch,
Maybe I want too much,

My thoughts form a storm, But they're locked in stocks and cuffs,
I can't stop this stuff that hots me up,

Want me to watch my tongue, this cannot be done,
I speak on what I see and I'm watching scum,

Sometimes I feel like I'm that myself,
I know my soul's cracked but you don't have to help,

It's the flip side to my twisted mind, that insists I'm sick with rhymes,
So I persist in tryina' lift my life,

You slow me down,
I'll split you twice,
My soul's been found and it's feeling nice,

Shit, Im'a keep it real tonight,
I get fucked by luck,
So I dont deal with dice.