only 16

[Ka0t1c]

i was only 16 when i thought i was good enough to go to extremes
but low self esteem brought my dreams to a halt
it was so tough to go through that scene
but what helped to free me resulted from a drug called weed, would ya believe me?
because it was like my key to another realm
what relief to accell and release me out a spell
i seen things under and between, far and that calmed me to think
not the feeling of sinking but to start speaking
and well Kaotic had reached me, did my optics deceive me?
was i on elm street or hell, my art felt like bleeding my inking
the spark for receiving the part to proceed me to the yard where they are leading
not starving, now my body is eating cuz my guardian feeds me
no more bars, my door is ajar, i star a new seeding but war is at large
now i'm armed for defeating my foes, i shall march until a bullet embarks
and it's too hard to dislodge cuz my armor didn't guard this artist who's heart aint now beating