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People wanna know what depression looks like, it comes in the form of casual clothes, normal acting, socializing with friends, hahaha, how you doing, man yea I seen that s**t last night, boy I had to cuss my boss out yesterday, gone tell me some s**t, I was like f**k you, hahaha, then, there’s the ride home, there’s no more friends, there’s no more music for your heart to line dance too, there is no more women to feed the overweight ego you sometimes have as a man, that friend who keeps you in check like a pair of nikes is gone and ironically yo mama named you timbaland, so the phrase if the shoe fits wear it got a whole other meaning for you, you insert the key into ya front door and pause, because you know with the next right turn, s**t is gonna go way left, welcome, you are back in the hellhole that even the devil vacated, misery stands on its own two feet from the couch, applauding, because it has missed its nightly company for the past few hours, here n***a you got mail, and you open that letter, your last check from the 16 year occupation that laid you off has came, but 40% of that is going to a child that you can’t even claim on your taxes, because the bitterness of a bitter has only allowed you to see your son Kobe five times in 14 years, matching his championship pedigree in the same time span, see ain’t it crazy how sports sometimes duplicates life, you are a Lakers fan, the staples in the center of your chest are a testimony, when a cat named Phil tried to jack you son, and that shot Pierced your chest, like Paul, accuracy was Ray Allen like and they only ran away with 17 dollars, but its sad how grown men will attempt to rob a kid for celtic green, but even more sickening, how ya job said since you can’t make us any more green, your services are no longer needed, and now you’re at the kitchen table, surrounded by your second group of partners, Jim Beam, Jack Daniel and Johnnie Walker were the n****s yo mama warned you about, told you they were no good, but now, they are the only friends you have, Johnnie says how you gone pay the mortgage my , Jim says you know mama has gotten sicker over the past few days, Jack says lil Kobe is traumitized from daddy being shot, so now he has to put sugar under his pillow just to have sweet dreams, while you have to navigate through a ***ing nightmare, the company only gone pay 50% of that hospital care and that's when you no longer have a care in the world, so you go to the closet, and grab ya heater to balance out the destruction of this cold world, and as you hold it to your chin, that old riddle comes to mind, if a gun goes off, and no one is around to hear it, does depression, make a sound...
