At Risk

Keepin’ the beef away from all my niggas ready to ride

Depression and my sins all point to suicide

My dad always said do everything “in decency and in order”

The same nigga partially responsible for my Major Depressive Disorder

Meanwhile my mom avoids talkin’ about our last argument

As her fifth husband presses me like she isn’t payin’ the rent

Trying my best to ignore all the voices in my head

But it’s been goin’ on for so long I’m thinkin’ I’d be better off dead

Drownin’ under debts and bills that I’ll never catch up on

It’s just a matter of time before my will to live is gone

Meditatin’ on all the harsh truths I’ve realized about myself

My friends try their best to be professionals but I need God’s help