when I hit 7, no Reverend could explain Heaven, my Battle was Life
my Oldest Brothers Death, I Witholded Another Breath, but I Had No Mic
my Family was Gone, Ban Me if I'm Wrong, I Wish I could Let Go
I Feel Like a Ghost, tha Real Fight is Hope, I hear their Whispers Echo
it's Just Me, as I Touch Keys, Must We Corrupt Dreams, can't Rewind tha Screams
I Remain Distraught, Chained 2 Thoughts, then I Came Across tha Ryme Schemes
Tests I Passed with A's, tha Stress was Bad most Days, I was Flowing with Chance Words
I felt tha Essence of their Presence, developed Questions, that No 1 could Answer
I Graduated Easy, u almost Made It 2 See Me, instead I Waited 4 Nothing, I Remember and it's Hard 2 Face This
cops Came with Cuffs, I swapped tha Pain 4 a Buzz, I Created what I got Stuck In Enter tha Dark Ages
Depression was tha Weapon, that Loaded my Mind, I was Broken and Blind
I was Guessing 4 Attention, a Corrosive Design, that only Eroded my Time
like a Missing Mission my Vision became my Prison, I never Asked 4 Hell
my Energy was a Hazard, Memories like a Dagger, Trapped in a Cell
Because of my Start, my Love is my Art, still this Inividual feels Invisible
Forget don't Regret, on Text I Rest it's only a Visit Tho can't be Predictable