Yeah
Came from a broken home
Solved everything with violence
Lately iv'e been living in a household run by tyrants
Like David to Goliath
I been sleeping with the lions
I ain't slept in two weeks got bags under both eyelids
Wishing I could drift away
And wash up on an island
Secluded on my own
'Cause I'm done with all the fighting
Ma kept throwing fists
While my dad dipped like a bitch
Had no method to express myself
I finally found my niche
Locked inside my room
While I'm working on the craft
Had no method of escape
So I drift away with the raps
Grab the microphone
And write a beat just like a raft
But until the day that I leave
I'll take the pain and just adapt
This is the aftermath of twelve years of beatings
Mind laced with scars
With no chance of receding
Sheltered away
Writing till my pen cracked in two
Jotting down the memories
Of being beaten black and blue
Bruises on my arm
Bluer than the sky is
Mom used to grab the makeup
Just to fucking hide them
Called out for help
But no one ever offered it
Only way to numb the pain
Is whenever I'm off some shit
Pick the pen up
And start painting my canvas
Lost trying to find my way
With the map of Atlas
So I'll take my fears and place them on a podium
Keep facing the opium
Until I find my utopia
So id'e rather be out like a cruise ship
And keep jotting down lines 'bout these bruises
And keep jotting down lines 'bout these bruises
And keep jotting down lines 'bout these bruises
