DAMAGES.

He was born on a sick vibe, he’s now negative, no fuck n' violent
playground's boring, get high, overdose over dose of hell's scent
ding ding, wakes up, infected, 
in fact what's four bites on my ass for
Ah I got mark by the hand of the evil, 
mommy mommy does it make me special
then specialist speculate, on his mind, on his state maybe this, or maybe that
you won’t find a cure “you motherfucking twat”
and while he’s laying half naked, frozen by pills in the bed
playback last months, can’t say he was wrong
only way to get out of this shit twisted appartement
was to get him registered mental health department
he end up with more test results than birthday cards
one diagnosis for every fucking wishes

“Oh and I almost forget” the voice in your head
screaming run boy run go back somewhere you had fun
’n he tries to remember a colourful moment where he could escape
nothing comes up Super Ben Man lose his cape
only thing he can be thankful for
's that beat on which he spit his written lines 
but it’s ain’t even fine
so you’re telling me run boy run, ok!
fuck you and, fuck that song, 
fuck that song

Imagine anything,
always wondering why he keeps on fighting
knock out in the strings,
wake up on his way to be king
creative only in the cold of winter,
creativity was broadcast while he forecast in negativity
no gravity in his head, fasten his seatbelt
leaving for a trip at shining’s hotel
but he is too late, it is already happening
at the time he catch up it’ll all be over oh!
demons melting with the spring,
a toast to celebrate one more victory. Oh he’s a futur king
“the new king of the north”
but he swallow ’em back inside  his belly
no wonder why I try to stick a knife in his tummy
hate is all he’s ever shown
But this all he’s ever known
wasn't born with these black horns, but it pop like corns, 
man, He was bright, He was strong
independence, carrying it’s colours
motto, self defence, so he burn the wires
At that moment he sight life in black n white
even grey zone disappear, So did his death fear
bitting like a dog, in between his blackened teeth
mad love for a peculiar fresh meat
his brain get tangled on that day, even pave roads gold on the hell way
Then be bad was his only desire, Go ahead take these reels 
Critics get yourself inspire “y’all seek to exhume something he miss
from these negatives/ but even positive that movie's shit n' his tongue's twisted”

All I see's a sick wicked dead kid, a nasty, unloved prick, it’s you stupid
chronicles of nightmares, haunted on Regret Street
Hidden truth engraved deep oh my skin’s a secret sheet
writing my reminiscence of how sadly I turn broke 
burn both sides of my very last candle
can’t read, can’t write anymore
so just take that shit,  eat it, pretend it’s digestible 
anyway being artistic has become impossible
ain't living a life man I’m living a joke
a gift you won’t be capable to handle, playing hannibal, turning cannibal
shambled feeding  from my own turntable
painting my fall on a white wall

it’s only the simple story 
of how excuses made me useless
trying to pick up all the pieces something at which 
I’ve never really succeed, use to be bless 
then I’ve been tricked, fucked and 
left for dead in my undead habit
“rest in peace cock sucker”
choosing the already big black wolf
cooking a special delicious loaf
made of feelings n cravings
still feed it, and finally defeat it
lose weight, lose control blame it on the alcohol
to say goodbye, I didn’t choose
but I was made to master lie
but it get me weak fast, die young, die used!  
brain's shaking in his head, 
damages won't disappear, 
damages won’t disappear
he was born to be weird, fuck

Ben Skywalker