Grieve

Was The Meaning Of Life

About Redeeming Your Strife

Healing What Passed Through Time

Why Would I Keep All The Lies

If Thats Witholding My Truth

It's a Feast For The Eyes

But Its Also Blinding My Mood

How Many Times I Gotta Make A Vow About Change

Awhile I'm Seeing The Moon? Prepping My Steps

Bent Myself Backwards For You Until It Starts Hurting My Neck

I Get That My Mistakes I Will Never Just Overcome

And That I Will Still Grieve For My Child, Never Forgotten My Son

And Trying to Quit Even Though The Damage

To My Lungs Has Already Been Done..

Will My Shame Ever Get Hung Up

In The Gallows And I Wonder What Follows..

Not Gonna Lie Fantasied About Suicide

And The Flirtation With Death

But Why Would I Die

When I Still Have So Much To Prove As Of Yet?

Piercing My Flesh, Hating Myself

But Loving My Potential All In The Same Breathe

I Get It.

"Isaac He Just Needs To Chill,

Stop Taking Things As A Big Deal,

Dig Yourself Out It Because

No One Gives a Fuck How You Really Just Feel"

Hurts Knowing David and Nemo Were Killed

Plus I Was Addicted To Pills

Same As My Mother and Pops Since I Was Lil

Honestly I Just Want The Power And To Pay Off My

Grandmas Medical Bills

Honestly I Got The Strength And The Will

Was Gone Off A Eighth and Zoned out To Gangsta Grills

Since I Was 11 Ive Been Through Some Stranger Deals

Hurts Knowing I Was The Cause For Some Damaged Worlds..

Sliced Relationships Into Cold Cuts, Infighting With Friends Til

Explosions Burnt Bridges Up, They Could Say I Never Gave A Fuck

No One Asks My Side Of The Story Anymore

You Ever Grow Up Dirt Poor

Sleep on Grimey Floors

Have Family Addicted To Product Of The Opium Wars?

they say i gotta cope with it

they tell me to just let it go

they tell me im not as bad as what they say

they tell me im a great person with a big heart

man if yall knew where my problems started

Why My Heart Has Hardened And Grew Some Armor

There Was No Sonder Trauma With That Though

I Got Enough Problems Of My Fucking Own

Everyday It Could Be More

Anyday Could Walk Out That Very Door

And Get Rushed With Chromes Clutched

Til Blood Leaks From Head as My Victory Turns to Rubbled

Stones and Ash Bruh..

i dont ever speak on some of the shit i ever did

but if i run into the bad ones

i think you get that very idea

not a perfect person and i never was

i follow my own death through pain and struggle

drugs allievate the pain but never was part of that given huddle

anyday my world could crumble even with my evasive pace

i made choices that dig deep into **** with razor blades

i admit i have some problems i need to really face

just wish that could happen in a single day

i thought being a man and being grown

was pushing pride to the side and exposing for how you feel though?

i should of done better with all i was, and honestly. don't know who i am

and i just wish it didn't take this age for me to even understand