Try Anything

Artist: Weerd Science
Track: “Try Anything”

If you ever for a second think I’m joking
Think again, I ain’t never been more broke up
I’m severed, left my hand out in the desert
I’m desperate. Rather cut my own hand off
Forever. I’m the only one who’s feelin’ me
I feel sad but now it’s ’bout time to leave
And I’m a pain as it’s plain to see
It’s in my letter if you ever really cared to read
But don’t repeat it. For those who is close to me
They don’t need it, just say I died painlessly.
I felt nothin’ but the warm lights weren’t hell for me
So say a prayer for my soul to keep
And the spasms wrack my body and my neck twists
Snaps the vertebrae in my spine and my bones
Quit feelin’ sorry for me, don’t bother
I been raised for this journey, I’m escaping all the horrors
And the hangman’s noose is a tight fit
Vertical slits to the wrist, make a night of it
And the bullet to the mouth better be jacketed
To take out the front and the back of my head
I’m abusive to my body and it’s useless
Ingesting toxic opiated hallucinogenic types of fluid
Vices ignited got hold of me like a vice grip
Monkey on my backs eat my brain with an ice pick

Maybe my life ain’t cut out for me
While others prosper I live in misery
While others make dollars I live modestly
All my loves won’t bother me
Why is my life such a fight for me?
Just to get high, feel alright, you see.
Just to pay bills seems out of reach

I bleed the blood of a simple man
My mother and father they wonder
Why I hate the skin that I’m livin’ in
Sick of not fittin’ in, the shit I’m sittin’ in
Sick of every slut that I been stickin’ my dick in
Nobody’s listenin’
They don’t understand that blood is what
Every one of my fuckin’ rhymes is written in
Don’t wanna be Eminem
Just wanna get some shit out of my fuckin’ head because
Lately it’s stickin’ in
I punch the shit out of a door that needs kicking in
How come every one of my favorite songs isn’t in
Heavy rotation? Grandma I’m not wastin’ my life I promise
While I’m bored I write
I bite down so hard, my mouth’s a bloody mess
Liquid and flesh rest now die later
Made a hole in my skin for the whole town to look in
Suburbia, I’ll murder ya, pressure pot cookin’
Misunderstood understated and under-rated, underestimated
I’ve waited my whole life and
Now it comes down to my wrist and this knife
It’s not exactly what I had envisioned in life
But I’ll take it. For god’s sake I’m stuck in this place
These people I hate it
Confessions of a piece of white trash that never made it
(Confessions of a piece of white trash that never made it)

Maybe my life ain’t cut out for me
While others prosper I live in misery
While others make dollars I live modestly
All my loves won’t bother me
Why is my life such a fight for me?
Just to get high, feel alright, you see.
Just to pay bills seems out of reach

Maybe my life ain’t cut out for me
While others prosper I live in misery
While others make dollars I live modestly
All my loves won’t bother me
Why is my life such a fight for me?
Just to get high, feel alright, you see.
Just to pay bills seems out of reach

American dream, forget the whole thing.
The house, the car, the whole damn everything.
American dream, the whole damn thing
The sitcom ain’t real, you get nothing

lyrics transcribed by: Evan Cassity for Kill Your Rapper