My Head

I rule my life with a cape a sword. I run it by using my vocal cords. As leathal weapons towards. My adversaries. Watch as they fall down like a tragedy. Then smile so happily. Even though in my ocean of thoughts I was drowning. I try to play it off and say everything’s alright. Even though I’m gonna prolly cry myself to sleep tonight. Music gives me the right. It gives me the platform. To express my pain and remorse. It allows me to just be free and let go. Just do suicide just have another good fellow. Even though I live my life in sin. I cherish my beast within. And lock him in a wooden crate. I swеar temptation makes it almost break. Whеn you come to me. Recklessly. Like there is something owed from me

If I would of know about the bullshit. I would have called you out on it. Cuz I would rather take a bullet. To my HEEEEEAAAADDDD

Ultimate mana and endless stamina. Makes me bad like the bull from Brahma. Blow up like osama. When I hear the drama. I call that provoked trauma. Just don’t involve me, put that on my mama. Piss me off, manslaughter. The same people I thought were ride and die. We’re the same ones holding the knife. That was stabbing me in the back when I had a downfall and my life was off track. Now I see half of y’all in my dms and in my mentions. Asking for follows and pleading for attention. You had the shit once and you took me for granted. Now you regret it. My life goes how I plan it. Because when I say everything that needs to be said. You lose your mind cuz my voice is stuck in your head

If I would of know about the bullshit. I would have called you out on it. Cuz I would rather take a bullet. To my HEEEEEAAAADDDD