I'm just a kid with the sad stories and big dreams
Writing raps in my bedroom for the big leagues
Hoping that one day I'm reaching big streams
I dream of concerts, the crowd is crying, the big screens
I was 9 when my mind was in torture
A Childhood Onset Fluency Disorder
They said it was trauma but I don't really remember
And since then mine has left me
I surrendered to the negativity that crosses my mind
I was struggling to find the purpose that was assigned
I felt like a caged bird solitary confined
But the dark days we're very divine
Hard to find
Age 12 I was playing games a never ending cycle
Being bullied in school so my thoughts suicidal
I was close couldn't bring myself to go through
Because imagine what my mom would go through
She wouldn't wanna see her son in a casket
So I wrapped my feelings up in a basket
In some ashes
It was a long road ahead it was a dark past
I was stuck up in a lost path