How are you doing?
I hate that question
How are you doing?
Is so broad man
My instincts to the question
How are you doing?
Is to say: I\'m great, I\'m fine, I\'m okay
Then you turn around and walk away
You only asked to seem like the nice guy
But why? But why?
You asked how I\'m doing?
Alright. Alright
I\'ll tell you, but what you hear, you might not like
Truthfully I haven\'t been great
Been mentally strained
Mentally weak
But physically, you know
Been working on that six pack
Like if you took 3 and multiplied it by 2Pac
Rest in peace to the God
Thinking out loud. Damn God
Why did you have to take him?
Why do you have to take the ones who deserve to live?
Why do you have to take our loved ones?
When you should take me instead
I\'ve been dealing with demons
Should go visit them in Hell
I\'ve been dealing with suicidal thoughts
These thoughts are so dangerous
I\'d rather be dead then deal with this
I\'m a pessimist
I ain\'t an optimist
I only look at the negative side of things
Not the positives
That\'s just the way it is
That\'s just the way I live
Always thinking negative
Don\'t want to rely on them sedatives
To find real happiness
Constantly starring at my reflection
But all I see are the demons of my depression
Starring back at me
Laughing at me
Saying I\'m not worthy
Saying I should stop taking up space on this Earth
Making me question my worth
That\'s what these thoughts will do to you
It\'s kinda annoying
Not knowing
When these thoughts will start roaming
They\'re controlling me
They\'re uncontrollable
They\'re unnoticeable
By other people
You will never see the full picture
Like looking through a peep hole
They\'re causing me so much despair
It\'s really unfair
But they really don\'t care
My mind is just their layer
Constantly plotting against me
Trying to figure out how to rule me
This is what I have to deal with on the daily
This is truly how I\'m doing
I bet you did not expect this
Did not know the full risk
Of asking, how are you doing?
Now you\'re caught within
My whirlwind
Trapped at sea, with me
Trying to survive the storm
Nowhere to escape, nowhere to roam
Now you know how it feels
Now you know that I ain\'t okay
Now you know what I\'ve had to deal with
Now you know my answer to the annoying question,
How are you doing?