worthless
i feel like the core of an apple the peel of an orange
like an umbrella being carried when there ain't no storm
or like carrying a jacket when its ninety degrees
or preparing for the wind whent there ain't even a breeze
a bald man with a comb deaf man with a cell phone
a kid with no ice cream just holding the cone
or like climbing endless mountains still seeking the zenith
or like a song with no words but my dumbass is singing it
worthless sometimes i feel like ending it all
saying fuck it and just giving in to lucifer's call
shit i cant even pray right i stutter stammer and pause
a long silence as if somebody wired my jaws
is silence worthless screaming to god what is my purpose
whatever it is i'm feeling like this shit ain't worth it
no answers and i've been sitting here for hours
hoping god can read my thoughts like misses cleos' powers
my thoughts are worthless fuck where the hell is my gun
and at that very moment i get a vision of my son
and he says to me daddy dont make me a bastard
and then i realize that little man is what matters
i'm not worthless i'm worth more than gold
i'm worth more than any possession that man can hold
hell i'm priceless and if u ask me how do i know
ask my 4 yr old son because he told me so
