How can I be wrong, when I feel so right?
I feel my mind been gone, through this shit called life
My all in every song, had no one to hold tight
So I menuevered on my own through them fierce cold nights
How can I be wrong, when I feel so right?
I feel my mind been gone, through this shit called life
My all in every song, had no one to hold tight
So I menuevered on my own through them fierce cold nights
Got so much shit on my plate but can't let it get to me
Daily with arguments know by now that you sick of me
Did so much bitching so wicked with what's through lips so to cope I used my Calligraphic mechanism to dip and be rid of blatant toxicity
I confess I ain't perfect by far
I'm fighting with the monsters that reside in my thoughts
With no one to assist me- might be battles I've lost
Hear you judging but you never examined my fine arts
The wind it blow got no blanket this world so cold and relentless
Make yo mistakes while you young and if you should age start repentance
Raised by the gun in the ghetto because my father was missing
I want the guala cuz coming up was so hard I remember
You niggas pawns I'm the puppet master- Geppetto
Catastrophic with bars- ima quake it then watch em settle
Heavy thoughts on my back feel my soul had been left on death row
Wouldn't have gave you my heart if I knew you would pierce the arrows
My blood is dripping fast and it's been that way for as long
As I can remember still I never sought help when I prolly needed it most
I would rather get lost in my thoughts and pick up a pencil
Start documenting my life write my story through music notes
Done with humble I'll boast
Close my eyes I see ghosts
Not of people but of forsaken ambitions and hopes
I'm contentious I know
Toxic jealous and broke
Regular teen emotions I sink in- don't try to float