just some stuff, might finish

I was gonna start off with nice a song

or how i grew up drawing

but the matter is, the other kids, we're still robbing an wanting

to go around jogging, car to car just to feel aroused.

but they go down crashing, an i feel like i can never think of a way

to express myself out loud.

This may be just a remedy in my head, or maybe it's this fucked up town.

an times are moving fast again, it's like i'm late for class but than

i want the stress to go away but that's not whats happpenin,

I don't know when it ends, i don't know where it begins.

just a tragic soul, lost inside a child within.

should I bow down for my sins, or wish that death becomes an entire reality

it's sad to see that a boy in his teens is behind bars,

that's not what i pictured seeing.

that wasn't the plan, i wanted to stop breathing.

but I had one chance to stop mistreating.

behind the beat, out of sight, with hopes to never give up his might.

To live his fight.

in his unwanted death with he calls his life.