Our Life
• Written by ChairBox
Let's start this rap from scrap
Growing up from a bad family
Having no control mentally
Living my life painfully
Adopted not knowing who my real parents are
It's hard turned to drugs and cigars
People only see my scars
They never see the stars
Raped when I was young
Smoking so much I smell like skunk
Drinking so much coming home drunk
Not knowing who I can trust
People not caring where I go
I always feel low, just trying to glow
Don't know if i'll make it till tomorrow
Doing all this I'm solo
Looking where to turn
Always getting burned
People treating me like dirt
Going around to be unheard
That's my life
Never seeing the light, wanna end it with a knife
Always thinking twice
Praying to Christ, every night
Bottling stuff inside
Cutting my arms doesn't make me proud
But I don't see the end in sight
No one knows how i'll turn out
Might not even survive today
Scarp that, live life day by day
Even if you might not see the end of Saturday
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ChairBox
Member since September 3 2015