"From passive aggressive to actin obsessive,
Back to the present where your mad and defensive,
So sad you’re expended but glad your inventive,
Relentless to grab the pen and add a sentence,
They’re called bars and makes sense but it’s hard,
To see your life in a sentence stuck behind bars,
You used to handle shit but you can’t bleed at this pace,
Your my minds out this world it musta needed the space,
It’s like Gods in your hands as your raising the steak knife,
It decides if you live now that’s a raisin the stakes knife,
I can see your life flash and I’d be praisin a great life,
Maybe God was callin but wasn’t sayin the date right,
You’re lucky you’re alive after the shit you’d take,
Wasn’t it like 13 damn, I didn’t think you’d awake,
I thought you’d handle shit, I guess for your sake,
You realized dreams didn’t mean shit when you’re awake…"