From age 10..
I knew I'd have to fend for My Own
I'd pretend..
That I was a prince on a High Thrown
But really my life was.. Thrown High
I'd comb my.. rebelling hair straight to make
An impression compelling to awake my fait
To not be a nobody
Or think yeah.. 'My buddys Know'
I Am A Somebody..
But I have to breath with lungs bloody
This life wasn't strung lovely like harps
That cought my heart..In the fairy tales
Its Scary As Hell,
When parents get lary when I Fail
Nobody was there to help me.. Pervail
Now i'm looking like trouble with torn jeans
The mourns been
At only fourteen
I scorned me.. to become ghosted
Now death is brung closest
With nobody able to hurt me now
Apart from these Merky Clouds
Thats heard aloud.. in my head
'Bring Thy Cred'
I'm suffering from past times in the present
Its unpleasant.. My english is like pheasants
Every peasant.. Wants it to be shot
You feel like your family trees.. Top
But then your the.. Family Tree Top
But then have to amaciably stop
The duration of the next generation
Being hexed with devastation..
So with all these troubles on my shoulders
I've Met-Tall relationships like solders
I may just sink.. Or be walking on water
While Po keeps on talking these mortars
I just have to find why beautys getting shorter
Like coral.. I suppose the moral of this is
That i'm motherfucking british..