Click play button to listen #np on #SoundCloud If I could go back to the day where I can fix what held me back I would be able to trust myself Here am I with a picture of memories thinking of hurting myself. All I need is a chance in a day One shot, one place to fix my mistakes that I made, vomiting all of the pain. If I had one angel and a prophet to guide me safe along the way. Cup of holy water, mixed with wine anointing myself as I lay across the sofa. Re-learn all the politics so I could use to my advantage. Need the sermons to subdue the hollowness in my heart affected by relationships. Shallowness are common in companionships. Life is a bitch and she will suck the life out of you like a woman that's avoiding conception but ironically life is a blessing. Blessings are only appreciated when materialistic things involved. Motivation dissolved since good times don't last forever. Felt type of pain like a heartbroken mother because her daughter commit suicide. Never saw the defeat in her eyes since the smile was a disguise, hiding the true feeling inside. Friends are really spies watching from a distance like binoculars zooming in until they found a weakness and use it to their advantage and catch you blinded sided like driving and getting hit from the right side. We don't wanna be right when logic and emotion aren't on the same side. We do what feels good instead of what's actually right. Getting high in the hood feels right being up all night because loud music don't know the difference between night and daylight. Converse more with strangers on social media
then family members.
I'm trapped in a circle, Stuck in a bubble Nowhere to go Blessing since trouble is within my distance. Walls are closing in towards the skin on my bones Me and my shadow all alone for so long but the gray hairs on my ears reminds me that life is short. Drunk off of hallucinations Pictures, images extremely haunted, existent upon the environment. I don't comprehend eccentric expressions in the area. The length and width of these images are possessed with spirits which penetrates my mental anguish. First of all I ask lord to forgive me. For my loves ones, listen to me before you speak. Don't act first please think. For every waking moment that I breathe I live a lie a double life and I wonder how I sleep? I lie to seek peace. Mentally I'm weak like a sheep surrounded by a world full of German Shepard's and wolves and I'm terrified karma will charge me like a bull. Doing something you hate I believe is a disgrace and a waste. Wasted talent should not be any man's plan even though this is something that's so common. Alot of the most talented men are serving a life sentence in prison. I think to myself money, goals, and success Don't mean shit without happiness.