On the coldest night of the year And you're not even here I was up all night, socializing Trying to keep the latent depression from crystalizing Now the sun is lurking just behind the Scarborough horizon I took in Yonge Street at a glance Heard the

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message And with that being said my nigga,

Just what they've done, done, done, done, done It's a twelve o'clock depression, my mind is in recession And I can't answer you It's the day I can't remember, I think it's late September Or is it April blue I can't find peace of mind in a world so unkind

Ruby rarely rap about stacking up cash Prolly why my walls missing Platinum plaques From depression, the profession that happens so fast Hit some dabs last night now I'm back with no wax Always gotta get fucked up, I can't last one day without fucking it

We build cathredrals to our pain Establish monuments to attain Freedom from all of the scars and the sins Lest we drown in the darkness within Here in the darkness that I lay Depression heavy in its weigh And how my body aches to leave To sing its final

Bring it to an end Hell's rolling with you Riding on your back Harvest of terror We all shall fade to black Fields of depression The wounds that never mend The final solution

We build cathredrals to our pain Establish monuments to attain Freedom from all of the scars and the sins Lest we drown in the darkness within Here in the darkness that I lay Depression heavy in its weigh And how my body aches to leave To sing its final

Of depression This life I'm second-guessing They rain down Black clouds But they can't kill the sun I return to my shelter