Wild Boy

Im smiling small, Not worried if i died or even if the sky will fall

Dozing off to a bottle of Tylenol

I'm half saint I love to help but my other side is all

Evil with sick depictions of death, and I'm the one who's liable

No room to hide at all, true colors shown mean while I'm rhyming bold

Something about this assignment told

Me to slow down before my sons father less forever like them diamonds yo

I'm trying so hard to unfuck myself like a hymen sewed

At a calm pace i remain as I'm climbing slow

 

Keep going til I'm collapsing at reps and gasping for breaths

You asked for the best, so you have to be bless

I'm masked to protect, my identity, I clash to my left

Cuz if go to my right ill dash and be swept

so i go and i Fight cuz my passion's to sweat,

suicide on my mind yeah My raps be of death

 

mentally fucked like somethings messing this child

I keep suppressin this deep depression with smiles

People guessin he's just stressin the miles

Hes seen blessed but Something's less in his aisle,

The style of the smith and Wesson now he's confessin his wild