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

Diary of an Alcoholic

My Sunshine

Letter to My Son

Bradley Paul Bealer, (born July 15th, 1996), known professionally as Benji Kaine, is an American recording artist and songwriter from New Orleans, Louisiana, specializing in Rap, Hip Hop and Dark R&B typically but Benji has a unique way of experimenting with other genres like Alternative Rock, Pop, Southern Trap and Conscious Rap. Benji Kaine Is Undoubtably New Orleans' best kept secret. Benji delivers at a fast-pace, ultra-smooth cadence with originality like no other. He is most known for his slow and dark r&b sound. He has many versatile ways of creating music. he has built a very loyal following because of his controversial yet heart-felt music. Benji has a very mysterious image yet his creative nitch is his authenticity and his open-book like approach to his content.

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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