the battles i fight throught my whole life
have remained pontless like a blunt knife

my foes unrelentlessly chase me, i drive my own mind crazy
i try coming back and asking the holy spirit to save me
shit just thinkin of every reocurring moment makes me lazy

i run the streetz of my mind helplessly
not knowin wats at the next turn i might just be a few steps away from insanity
trouble maker since elementary
always tired never resting like i was not meant~to~sleep
a whole decade of my lifes been nuthin but misery
adults wanting respect from me
askin if i need help? the truth is theyre the ones dat need therapy

im wonderin where all my freinds went
they all gone from others mal-intent
im actin like havin no one care bout u posseses no real threat
for those whove ive hurt i only feel remorse and regret
knowin that one day these enemies can help me pay the rent


btw, if ya dont know, my name is brian

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