Open Letter - Single

by Inhansed

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I wrote this song about frustrations with my father, the death of my brother, and my problems with suicidal thoughts and depression. I hope you guys really love it<3


[Verse 1]
People dissapearin' along with the things around me
Feelin' like I took the shit as far as God's allowed me
I been lost can't find my way, no one ever found me
The beat is fuckin' houdning, and I feel like I'm drowning
I don't know what it is, man. I think I hit a pitfall
Yeah I stand tall but I hate these fuckin' brick walls
It's like they're closin' in with every line from this pen
Wonder why it's taken months to drop some solo shit again
I been sittin in my sins, failures almost all I'm thinkin 'bout
and it's cliche' but i really need these demons out
Inside I'm screamin' now, cant figure why or how
I got this self hate again, and this shit is seepin' out
Blurry vision, all I see, are dreams of people killin' me
and I can't open up cause i dont know if y'all are feelin' me
It only gets harder as long as time goes
Sinkin underwater, it feels, as eyes close

[Verse 2]
And I been thinkin' bout my dad, reminice on what I never had
Never saw a hand, but I aint even really fuckin' mad
but it's fucked that you picked drugs over love
And I don't want a fuckin' thing cause it wont be enough
Learn from your past, learn from what you've done
This is blunt, but you shoulda' learned from your dead son
Layed out on the rocks while you're roamin' in the streets
and I wonder what would happen if he ever knew me
I just think, honestly, that you're fuckin' embarassed
having me for a son. I got you as a parent but...
Homie it's apparent, you aint even a father,
you're a sperm donor, how you left me and my mama
I tried to work it out but fucker I'm done
You ruined any chance of even fuckin' knowin your son
So dont try to call cause he aint pickin' up the phone
Like you've done for my whole life, leave me alone

[Verse 3]
Now I cant fuckin' breathe and I'm down on my knees
Tryin' to get a little bit of air... suffocating
It's what this stress has been doin', from the pressure of movin,
to the strain of a career, my mind is in ruins
And I know I keep on sayin' that I fuckin' hate complainin',
but believe me I am real in every one of these statements
Can pain be more blantant, do I scream for help?
How the fuck do I explain I need saving from myself?
Honestly I wanna die. all I see is black and grey
It's like everything is night, I can't see the fuckin' day
But when I reach a fuckin' page, I put this confidence on,
and that's what you're hearin' in these past few songs
Cause' it's like I cant begin to fuckin' write about my brain,
cause' the thoughts are so sparattic, I delete the fuckin' page
I don't need some fuckin' space, I just wanna feel better
But I feel like I can't be so here's this open letter


released January 7, 2017
Instrumental produced by Graffik
Mixed by Dylan Lawson
Ending produced by Dylan Lawson



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Inhansed Palm Harbor, Florida

18 year old rapper from Indiana. Rap/ venting. I make music when I feel the need to.

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