In the womb of my Mom, I was born to die
The reflection of myself is a scornful guy
seeing my Mom for the first time, burst eyes
cry when I saw light, nurse smacked my behind
green and white tiles, outfits, shout with
screams a baby screams eyes are scoutin'
around surroundings, I knew what I saw
couldn't put a word, so I giggled, that's all
and as I was taken away from my parents
I couldn't stand it, incubated, stranded
For the first time, knew how it was, to be alone
in an unfamiliar zone, without my own
mother with me, scarred me, bothered me
yet, I wasn't fully developed consciously
so I had to grow up, not knowing reprocussions
I never would've guessed that I'd be left with nothin
timeline of the times, defecation of the mind
detetination within rhymes, I don't know my own kind
wasn't meant for this time, I'm alone cause I'm me
people don't wanna see, a lone human being x2
As I grew out of diapers, on to my jeans
school years started of me, my heart was then free..
right? I mean that's when you develop personalities
I never would have known it would hurt my mentality
bullied and abused, at home and at school
I developed a bloodlust, kept cool within rules
planning a devestating attack, to kill all, infact
I had racks upon racks of plans for a fact
slowly, I lost my sense of humanity
lost faith in reality, made an actuality
Beneath the layers of skin, was my bitter resentment
in my hands, layed the sweet redemption
to put me to sleep, I escape from the pain
12 of these pills like a gun to the brain
So I took all 12, and I fell into acoma
Hopefully I died, but my story's never over...
timeline of the times, defecation of the mind
detetination within rhymes, I don't know my own kind
wasn't meant for this time, I'm alone cause I'm me
people don't wanna see, a lone human being x2
I was brought to a hospital, got a stupid popsicle
told me I was fine, I just needed to pop a few
pills to keep me awake and sane
just to regulate the chemicals inside my brain
When infact, it made my suicidal tendencies
worse, and now I'm my own worse enemy
couple years later, I relapsed to a mental state
lost my only girlfriend, then the love turned to hate
I lost my mind then, I felt like I died
like my baby sister, we connected our cries
she's in heaven watching over me, is what I said
laying on the hospital bed, cut with dread
and now I'm here, writing this rhyme to you
maybe when you read it, you can feel me too
I've lost my soul, since my brith, like my death
I've never gonna be able to actually take a breath
