Hi NG!

Second Submission - This is originally a MustyElbow beat! You better keep banging these beats out! Anyways rate and review. One love.

I was the Army,
All I could be, nobody here would harm me,
Used to have friends, now my names never mentioned
My small circle's getting smaller by the second

Doesn't make sense is really supposed to,
I'm trying to be real with you as opposed to,
being just a fake person, like most do,
I wanna the man, people wanna toast to.

Not being somebody that I'm not an imposter,
Once a rookie, then climbed up the roster.
Now I'm the white irrelevent elephant,
Not even mentioning the stares I'm receiving and,

Everybody thinks I'm deceiving them,
Maybe true, maybe not, don't believe me then,
maybe you and I need to cut our ties,
maybe then, I can breathe again and live my life

CP's here, Open-Minded, no longer,
I think I need to start thinking about the long term,
What should I do, should act my age,
be responsible and tell people to turn that page,

Maybe sit down have a decent conversation?
Instead of blowing up every situation?
I just wanna move on, get me on the next train,
So I can just get started on the next phase,

When you do hear from me, it's a new chris,
Same name, but I have a different purpose,
I am not going to be what you want.
I will go and do the opposite to piss you off,

Anti-Facebook, if you wanna talk,
You where I live all you gotta do is knock,
Don't even text me if you will feel,
That you have to be fake, when the beef is real,

My life as you know it is over, I'm finished,
My popularity, is in the single digits,
Hating that I have campaign for my actions
It feels like I am running an election,

I'm overreacting, am I really that bad?
No I'm not, cuz I'm not the one that backstabs,
And leaves me laying face down on a cold slab,
It feels like I have just been back slapped.

So I'm gonna get you both back,
By having two times more than you both have,
Working two jobs, even throwing trash bags,
I want to buy your coffins, I hate you both that bad,

I want to get this all out of my chest in the moment,
So I can feel a lot better in the morning,
Finally end it, knowing that its over,
So I can start fresh, time to move forward.

Final verse, getting close to leaving,
I wanna go out with a bang, like Lincoln,
Pretty catchy huh? I know what you're thinkin
But this pen and my mind aren't freaking,

We coexist, but I party on the weekends
I spend time with the pen when I need it,
I write down a ton of shit, then I speak it.
Too bad, that I think that I have to leave it.

Not hip hop, I am talking about the past,
Cuz I feel so depressed, and so damn sad,
And that's not me, if you know me and you know this,
I talk shit, then I try to keep you focused,

Help you reach the goals all of you strive for,
So you celebrate harder than July 4th,
That's my purpose, not to be your punchbag,
Time for me to go but I'll be back.