From slum to some

Man being in this slum is so fukin sticky like gum. I know feeling blue aint cool, and people saying 'why so glum chum' I don't even want to respond to them cuz it aint important for them to know about the problems I have. So hard to breathe ut cant get oxygen to my lungs. Feels like I got spikes through my body making my body numb and food is tasteless to the tongue of someone with a full heart that wants to lunge towards the first person they hung. My head is just spun, with the sequence of events that made me this way. I know emotions are a part of displays but I cant play this game anymore. cant keep score, cant hold on to the poor memories of the past. I fell like im coming up in this race last. But my faith casts a bright light to all my fears. Running along beside God, feeling queer. My smiles will never smear. Tears of joy just to hear the ocean hit the pier. Don't fear, but fear itself.