ive bled verse after verse
but this one feels like the first
as i search out a verse thatll help me work out this hurt,
i aint a rapper im a writer, but rap is my method of expressing my life to u in chapters
but it feels with each chapter a piece of me dies,
its given to u and living within these lines,
so its in your eyes, read me as i skip beats,
read me as i colapse into a coma,
i left my legacy in 6 albums so fuck it im over,
ive done all that i wanted acheived what i set out to,
who the fuck would of believed i did it all by 22,
so im through with all the bullshit lets be honest lifes pretend
were born to live to die so im runing straight to end,
i search within my soul is there any humanity left
my writing seems to retain any sanity i have left