Zanga

Still 16 and my mind is still secluded

Vision is deluded and soul is polluted

Actions seem to put more fear in the eyes , violence is my only solution

Brown liquor and synthetic weed hoping to see my way

I sealed my fate , won't see the light of day

Thoughts not right always I don't know trust

Why does it steal from us , why do I have to look

Face planted in a pile of vomit , regurgitated stomach bile of a lost prophet

Dark secrets torture me but I don't want to stop it

Inspire these words from the darkness , but rare like comets

The need leaks likes faucets imperfections yearning to be flawless

From the back I'm unconscious , my brain has been harvested

Easier to to let the monsters in , I grab the mic words soundin obnoxious

Flows make em feel nauseous ................

 

Ten boxes of Nyquil with 2 dozen robitussin

Steadily fussin and cussin with hallucinations

Grab the microphone aim it at ya dome instant assassination

Awaken with my mind gone constant procrastination

Deadlines seem far off but closely approachin

Videos and lotion lost in the motion

20 Bongs and joints followed by mindless token

My mind is open feeling Heaven's gate closin

Emotional fold in I was chosen like the Bible's Moses

To carry these burdens , poetic notes written then I burned it

Presence amongst the public is unnerving stick to solitude

Skip the interviews avoiding head news bad is what is thought of when I choose

Destined to never lose my faith is loose and ends in a pool of booze , I snooze

Cryptic messages , I can't find my way , my sealed fate won't see the light of day

I'm what you think when you look forward into ya darkest place

No balance ya shake , surrounded by snakes , help a nigga for Jesus's sake