i don't wrap no fucking pack
and i don't kill no fucking people
all these people with some expectations 
never fucking lethal 
i've been working hard for life 
but my past involved illegal 
i've been trying to understand 
trying to be better man'
trying to move past the shit 
that i'll never wash off my hands 
there's never no promises in a life full of questions 
ive been feeling depressed and i get off my ass 
but i'm fatigued and i'm tired 
like why that bitch try to drown me 
why i'm feeling so empty 
like why my friends fucking doubt me 
trying to love till it's gone 
i put my heart in my songs 
fuck a face mask wearing fan that hates when i'm gone 
like can i mosh to this one? 
i fucking promised myself that it is one then i'm gone 

i fucking hated myself 
you fucking taken my health 
but i've recovered from that shit and now i'm taking the belt 
i'm not here for the wealth 
i'm taking care of myself 
i'm busting in with a reason and you can't take what i've felt 


messaged on the daily like you're saving my life 
when i listen to your music like i'm living my sight 
my finest dreams come alive when you get down and you write 
grant you're amazing you are the light of my life 
tried to kill myself then i put on heart 
you are just like me yeah a teen with a dream 

never had a second thought about where to start 
i'm here for all the kids that are stuck in the dark 
you aren't your depression man yeah i know the obsession 
try grabbing love by the hand then they go pull out a weapon 
life's here to serve you you do not serve it 
finding your purpose isn't through material earning 

i was 16 yeah i felt empty as fuck 
no one on the bus found friends in the dust 
hated every single person couldn't find who i trust 
complex trauma then i turned to the drugs 
acid fucked me up 
couldn't leave for months 
panic attacks and thoughts about fucking me 
woke up oxycodone still fresh 
i'm surprised that my heart still beats in my chest 
what am i here for god like what am i doing 
i'm 19 in a few days now i'm feeling so useless 
like am i destined to work? a fucking job that i hate? 
to work a fucking second job to put food on my plate? 
i want my momma okay
fuck drugs you're a slave 
addiction not a joke but you glorified bitch 
popping drugs for a fix, check a bitch then i rip 
your fucking lungs through your throat 
use your depression as a boast 
i'm toasting to myself and my mother fucking circle 
all my people that are closest i love with the most of me 
svi is the clique we in it for the most you see 
my loved ones get my soul i love deeply 
deeper than the river runs to the sea 
for y'all i won't let demons get at me 
imma work hard cause bitch it's my destiny 
to save people is the reason why i'm battling bitch

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#cvncelledcvlt

this is my attempt at balance and recovery

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