fuck.. i cant overcome this
feeling so different and efforts in dust
sick to the stomach about to combust
always in sight and known by the target
I swesr days you bow unto love...
Are the hardest
Stark realizations, hard hitting truths
The faith path is rough, the gospel is proof
Sadder than Sally after Jack left
And Jill rolled down the hill to her death
Approaching my own its a deepening depth
Awake and afraid as thier digging my grave
I yell and I roar untill my voice sore
An insult aint nothing till it hits the core
And sinks past the brink, like a ship that'll sink
I'm tricked while I tripped needing water to drink...
My life is not easy, my aims get confused
Exterior plush but my insides abused
I'm tired of trying, and struggling hard
Yet amp up intensity building a charge
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