کاری سخت‌تر از "خوشحال بودن" هم هست!؟

"Woke up mad, No reason ,just rage. Might fight Dre today, just to feel alive. Words in my mouth? Bullets. I don’t talk, I fire. My brain? Broken. But in the booth, I’m a loaded AK. No filter. No mercy. Cute dogs? Yeah — not safe today. I'm stuck in this savage loop. I won’t change. Why would I? I chose this. I’m evil. Rotten at the core. My mind’s twisted like barbed wire. I ain’t like other people — never was. Pills, whiskey, demons — that’s my fuel. You listen to me like I’m therapy, but I’m poison. Laugh at the darkest sh*t and still keep going. I bleed chaos. I speak war. Mom, you proud now? Look what I became. Just like you… Evil."

هیچوقت تا حالا انقدر به وضوح بین عقل و قلبم گیر نکرده بودم و حتی یک درصد هم فکرشو نمیکردم که انتخاب انقدر سخت باشه