Hey, what's up? My name's Korcid. I want to thank you in advance for taking time out of your day to experience my project. This is the poem that inspired the whole album, and I just want to share the message I have for God. So, without any further ado, let's get into it.

I fear no man, deity, or any form of incarceration. The only things I fear are the memories I drink to escape from. So fuck love with everything wrapped up in it

I'd much rather sell my soul to get rich than die lonely naked. Before I ever considered the thought, you only noticed my image, not my personality nor my spirit of winning. I've crossed many roads and obstacles for those I've claimed as my own, and I regret that shit as the days go on. Regardless, if you're my mom, spouse, or son, caring or being nice got me nowhere in life, and I'd much rather hang those thoughts up in the rain to dry. I've earned every scar, even the nine burn marks I left on my right arm, as a reminder.

To choose myself for once when it gets dark
You know, I always thought being sober was easier. Turns out I just missed the poisonous liquid after quitting, thoug. It left me full of anxiety, and I can't stop shaking.

Thank God for the bottle of misplacement
Reminiscing life is like a fixed game, I self-sabotage, causing myself nothing but anger and pain. Maybe it's just the thrill or the way I look when I hold a knife, fuck man.

Maybe it's the dedication I put into every thought on how I want to die. Because let's face it, I'm the only one that ever gave a fuck about my life. You know, maybe when the truth comes, I'll finally know the reasons why.
I never once attempted to live my life.

I still haven't even acknowledged one fucking accomplishment. You know, thinking about it, I was probably stumbling drunk when I took my first step. If you can't understand or comprehend the dark side of my mind, then I don't want you to ever applaud for me when I finally get a grip on life.

So stay on that sinking ship don't switch up, because all in all, my response will be to eat a dick. So fuck the free world and everybody in it.

Diary of an Alcoholic

Diary God

Dear God

intro-
Nikky what's your favorite color
red cars and pizza

-Chorus-
why it's so hard to talk in therapy
why is it so damn scary to share the positive

why it's so hard to talk in therapy
why is it so damn scary to share the positive things about me well, I guess that's catch twenty-two that follows through after addiction and abuse hell, I write help you songs reminding myself everything will be okay too

-Verse-
September twenty-seventeen was a morning
I'll never forget hearing your first cries in the
hospital left me fainting like a bitch later that same day, holding you I made a promise that I would never quit more or less what the fuckery is everyone plotted against me forking the blade firm in my ribs than one night in the spring time grandma just wouldn't quit so I edged the argument finally convincing the bitch after the tenth stitch no matter the situations or what emotion I was facing I attempted relevance in your life it still fucks me up inside I've risk it all but I never got a chance to say goodbye maybe I should've taken that as a sign because if you truly love something set it free if it doesn't come back then it wasn't meant be

-Hook-
you are my sunshine, yes, my sunshine
you make me happy when these skies are gray, you'll never know son how much I love you
so please don't take my sunshine away

-Verse-
you would move when I'd beatbox to the womb. That was my happy place, your brother Jax. was there too. holding up foam swords asking me with a smile on his face, "Sir Knight, are you ready to duel? "Why does every day run at the same pace. regardless, if the sun is up or away. I feel tricked now that I never left the cage. hell, maybe addiction would have been easier to quit if I'd just stayed Niklaus,
I don't know why it's so hard to talk in therapy.
Honestly, son, you're the best thing. that's ever happened to me. anyways I'm leaving you this letter, in hopes of one day you'll forgive me.
Well, I guess that's just catch twenty-two. that follows through. after addiction and abuse. Hell, I write help you songs. reminding myself everything will be okay, too.

-hook-
you were my sunshine, yes, my sunshine
you made me happy when the skies were gray, you'll never know, son how much I love you
why'd you take my sunshine away

outro-
I love you
I love you
what I love you
I love you
hater are you a hater?
I'm Nikky

My Sunshine

-Intro-
I have control of my mind. Time is on my side. Even though things feel slow, I'm not dragging behind. Yo, I tend to overthink perplexed for a brief sentence. After the beat, hold your breath, recording the message

-verse-
I sit, with no thoughts to think, everything, has connection, a correlation, to the main objective, since life is my question, how do i understand all these lessons, astro projection from the couch, while I'm stressed clicking through static I'm stuck in an unfamiliar home, with the loop on Holding on to these memories when I feel alone. I hate where everything has gone. I just wish you felt the same mom

911 call sample
My son is drunk. He just out of ah Hartland home. Okay? (Angie) three weeks ago, he's been out of his meds. oh, apparently, he has paraphernalia, too. because he said he's going to take me down on it they'll take care of that one. I should have sent him to the group home

-Chorus-
I cannot change how people are,
I have always seen you, like a shooting star.
Offering light to my night sky from a far
my love's heavy gravitating every sun.
I love you, mom, farewell. I am done

-Verse-
chilling with depression hoping for God's presence
honestly I'm just looking for a blessing aye live a little was your catch phase the effective pun you'd say applying that with peer pressure when Dale and I were kids spring break vacation seems to be the only time Dale and I were friends it's always been a tag team you and him why'd you bully me as a kid don't explain it Angie your actions made sense since recently claiming I'm just a product of your rapist I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for grandpa's religious aspects and I only mean that in the pretense it's an upsetting revolution realizing my existence revolved around family hatred

-Chorus-
I cannot change how people are,
I have always seen you, like a shooting star.
Offering light to my night sky from a far
my love's heavy gravitating every sun.
I love you, mom, farewell. I am done

-Outro-
You may not care about me, but at one point, I cared about you. I don't want your acknowledgment. I don't want your presents. This chapter was written for me

Diary of an alcoholic

Shooting Star

Intro-
You will find out
"Please,"
among other things
"Help me,"
what was it like to wake up 
after never having gone to sleep
"Please"
You see, you can't have experience at nothing.
"help me"
so after you're dead the only thing that can happen is the same experience 
or the same sort of experience as when you were born.
But why?

Verse-
cause, I'm just an optimistic suicidal mental health activist 
observant like these anti-drug feens exhibiting with no kicks broke as shit
receiving fixes inside a handicap stall 
sniffing pink pixie sticks off Tim's dick. 

"but I'm not a closet fag mkay" 

It seems like every fucking peeping Tom dick n hairy's part of the spectrum now of days 
believe it or not its one of the only ways moms can be praised for not terminating the pregnancy 
at a later date yo korcid that's fictitious like the firmament's about to break 
so stop slapping knees laughing hysterically lacking morals and the fundamentals 
to rationalize a lick of common sense memorizing the gospel of John 
only to preach it in the fucking loonie bin

"Please Help Me"

Outro-
Stewart Little? 
gasp Nigro please that little rat has nothing on me
 and if I work hard I could be the greatest rapper there ever was? 
rapper? hell nah you stink 
ah well screw you guys I'm going home

Please Help Me

I am Korcid — The Constructions of the Human Condition.
I’ve bled, I’ve broken, I’ve drowned in addiction, and I’ve risen again.
A bullet couldn’t stop me. A bottle couldn’t silence me.
I built music out of nothing but pain and a cheap phone,
and I turned it into proof that survival is art.

I don’t make songs for fame. I make them for therapy — mine and yours.
Every verse is a mirror, every beat is a heartbeat that says:
you’re not too far gone.

I am a symbol of hope.
I am living evidence that no matter how deep the darkness,
you can still carve light out of it.
My mission is simple: inspire the addict, empower the broken,
and remind the world that scars can sing.

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