Locked Inside

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im trapped in a box on my own its my home
i sit alone throw rhymes like a snow balls
in the blistering cold cozz im scolding hot
as i drop bombs like nabalm i say god
please forgive me for the shit i did im locked up
not in an insane ward but in my fuckin brain lord
i pray on the floor that ill soar up and make songs
i prey on my own fear and turn that shit into anger
damn ive been through azure turned into piercing daggers
slammin through my chest a bloody mess damn infec-ted
i rest less than a reject whos rest-less
on the streets awake till 3 am but still dream-in
ive been through hell and back again but i still believe in
a higher power a saviour whos sleepin on me whilst im bleedin
the devils scheming with the haters tellin me to eat seamen
but im not in the deep sea but im a sardine weaker than a plant stick
but not as weak as i am strong i long help menta-lly
ill agressively kill everybody who doubted me one by one

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HarryWeintroub
Member since August 6 2014

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