Bob Dylan - Depression Flow (feat. DNJ Breeze) lyrics

[Hook: DNJ Breeze] I'm on that depression sh**, You don't know how I'm living Go grab that knife boy, from out the kitchen I get to stabbing boy, I get to Cripping Get that poison and I get to sipping Grab that rope and now it's hang time Or grab that knife and blow my brains out If you care you better tell me now Cause I'm on that depression sh** and I ain't f**ing 'round [Verse 2: King Cedro] Dear lord I think I have depression My gift is a curse in the form of a blessing My n***as are dying, my momma is stressing Yet I keep it all like a secret left seperate Dear lord can you please save my soul My heart is as black as the winter is cold I am who I'm not, what I'm constantly told Now I'm rapping my life with deppresion like flows All of these n***as hate me But can these n***as hate me more than I hate myself Went from the n***a I was to the n***a I am I'm just a broken shell of my self I spend all my time on these women They play me like systems, a game and I think I need help I'm stuck in this prison known as Forest City Where n***as like me they be fleeing from d**h All these n***as, they thinking they gang And they all want to hit a stain or lick off of me These n***as so GD and BD and Moe and they blood I'm just trying to keep the peace I'm so 10-4L insane, Eastside I'm saying if war was to start it'd be cause of me If ops pull up, should I aim for head or let these n***as k** me? [Hook]