White Washed Walls Video (MV)

Nobody coming over so I'm ashing on the floor
I love being alone but sometimes it's such a bore
Staring at these white walls wishing I had more
Should I open up my door to search and explore
Or would it be better for me to turn over my lock
Put some bullets in my mag insert it and pull the cock
Aim it at the entrance in case anything pop
My paranoia taking over I hear the city is hot
Inferno I'm scared of the flames
If The Book Of Life is open please tell me you see my name
If life's a white t-shirt I am but a stain
It's insane how I complicate what's plain

I sit alone in this 4 corner room
Writing about life and how it goes too soon
It wasn't what Id hoped for how could I assume
This cocoon is surely bout to bloom

It's cliche and generic but I'm feeling just like marshal
Right before he signed with Dre and opened up his arsenal
I'm broke as a joke like him I can't tell a lie
The only difference between us is my daughter didn't survive
No birthday presents first words or first steps
I'm sick of talking bout this can we move on to what's next
I ain't 18 anymore 23 is on the horizon
And I'm still in the same position someone tell me where I've been
Paycheck to paycheck couldn't afford pay less
I hate this the struggle is here for your entertainment
Take a picture and frame it my pain I can't contain it
Refraining from opening up and in the end getting shaded

I sit alone in this 4 corner room
Writing about life and how it goes to soon
It wasn't what Id hoped for how could I assume
This cocoon is surely bout to bloom