WCR Records - Misunderstood lyrics

[Verse 1: Hack Naja] Sometimes I feel like there's no one who can see who I really am Like my thoughts are sadistic, like I'm the son of Sam People look down, and frown, or be f**in' turnin' backs When I'm alone is the only time I can really relax I've known rejection since before I understood the word And I gave em all pain? Every time the blame's put on me, it's absurd How can these people all around me be so devilish? If that's what's normal, accepted, then I will never wish To be in your graces, your faces, they f**in' make me sick Made me feel wrong all along, for the choices that I picked Pushed me away when you played, back when we was just some kids Then wondered why hatred motivated the things I did People can't understand this anger that I keep inside They're not concerned with what burns in my core, I've been denied So look away when you see me, but believe me when I say That one day you're gonna pay for your misguided ways [Hook: Ian] Won't you come and take a ride with me See all the pain that I see My story is coming to an end And I will end up dead Wasting away Just wasting away [Verse 2: Hack Naja] I've been an outcast, ever since I was young Grew up as a hated child and started f**ing with guns I choose to take my anger out on those who prey on the weak Cause in their eyes I see the things that made my outlooks oblique You know the weird kid, the one left out back in school The one who was always pushed away by those who thought they were cool Yeah that's me, or at least that's who I was People never saw my reasons, never got to be cousins So they turned away, but today's a new day And I've got the means, I've got the way to make em' hear what I say So now I pray, that people let me explain That all these evil thoughts like murder plots, they come from the pain The pain I felt as a child, who seemed to never fit in And now the power that this pistol brings me, lets me begin To force the faces of cowards to look me right in the eyes So they can see their own lives, I like the look of previse [Hook] [Bridge: Ian] It's true that my hurt won't go away I take these pills and lose my faith I can't stand lookin' at myself I sit here, and burn inside my hell Hopin' someone could save me Maybe I do need therapy There's not much left for me to say I just pray and hope for better days [Verse 3: Ian] Yo, I love her, she hates me I'm breakin', it takes me To a dark place, cuttin' my face And I'm pacin', heart racin', cold sweats Procrastinatin' or detonatin' and facin' the fact That I'm slowly fadin', debatin' my d**h, clenchin' my chest Im over stressed, depressed And got these problems in my head that I can't seem to fix Life is seeming pointless, anything to get affixed And deal with my miserable existence Until I'm out this b**h [Hook] [Verse 4: Damien] It never was supposed to be like this I guess I'm at peace when I slit my wrist, and spit the blood in your face But instead I crack this bottle of E&J and drink my pain away I'll say it nice, it will get better Surrounded by crumbled paper, rewriting my last letter Am I forever cursed to be hurt? Just the worst type of person that you ever f**in' seen on this earth Take my last ride in a hearse, I don't even deserve that Just leave me hacked up in a trash can on 22nd Ave You think I give a God damn if I die? You think I give a f** that my soul's bout' to fry? Why my soul so misunderstood? Headed to my grave early Shout out to all my homies from around me, cause I've been rockin' every city Now bury my body with bottle a Bacardi, and make me a party in hell Fillin' my body with shells of my shotty, dumped in my eternal cell [Hook]