Im on my own in this piece, so all alone in these streets
Where this coldness unfolds encasing my bones in defeat
drowning sorrows in oceans of alcohol, and smoke of this weed
vices- the root of my troubles, and now I struggle to breathe
everywhere that I see, they laugh behind their ignorant smiles
not knowing half what I go through, this black indifferent life
that doesnt look back or barely tries to lend a hand to a child
without a dad, without a chance of getting help to get by
sometimes when Im crying, I get the urge to just stare
up to the stars that seem to spar my hate with lovingly glares
As if theyve known what I've gone through. As if they know who Iam
As if theyve felt my pain, its not as if that they'd understand.
coz Existence is death. Every breath leads to a place
where on a path in the dark, every steps' a leap to the grave.
Theres no escape, and when days wind down and memory fades
No prayer will save, Im here to walk where destiny paves.
All i ask fors' the youth be told my story to sever
any intention to take life for granted, and so I'd be remembered..
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