Worth

Poster boy of postmodern depression Never got the answers only asking the questions Which begs the question, what is success Is it a few hundred fans on the internet Is it looking in the mirror without disrespect Is it finding love instead of infatuation Is it making the best of a bad situation Is it facing the music and putting words to the beats that you're making It's work, it works, work hurts But it don't mean nothing to me I got nothing to lose, I got nothing to give Thoughts running through my head, but it's nothing but weed And that is some shitty rap I made up in like 20 minutes with no second thought. I am really a fucking low-life. Y'all have fun trying to think of this as art.