Letras
I'm a beautiful tragedy
Trapped inside a brilliant mind
With absolutely no walls to contain me
I roam while standing still and
Breathe without inhaling
I speak best when silent
I find peace in violence
I am scared of everything
But fear absolutely nothing and no one at all
I stand tallest when broken down
I'm a loner with 100 best friends
All of them named adversity
I used to often pray to a God
That I didn't fully believe in
Have yet to atone for my sins
But then again, why do I need to when I seem to be
The epitome of innocence compared to most of them
I'm a man who frowns with the devil's grin
An angel, full of sin
Too impatient to learn how to fly
So I pluck the feathers of my own wings and
Place them inside my pillow case
In hopes that one day
I know what it feels like to sleep heavenly at night
Lately I've been seeing a lot of darkness in light
Yo, none of this is gonna make sense
I'm still just trying to make sense of it all
See no one told me having a gift came with
So much responsibility and consequence
Sometimes I feel trapped within my freedom
Like reality's illusion
I can't decipher when it's God or my conscience talking
They both tend to blend together to
Create this mute sound called confusion
I find sanctuary within the autistic minds
Of the children I used to teach from nine to five
The uneducated call them crazy
Shit, I call them free
This artistic mind of mine doesn't won't time to heal
But it will stop
For nothing
I tend to digress while trying to progress
And I know this sounds contradictory and none of this makes sense
But life is full of contradictions so how can this not make sense
They say I look just like my father
It's a shame, I wouldn't know
It's been so long since I've seen him
They say he got into church and got saved
I say good for him
But why am I still wrestling his demons
Thirty years ago he lost his hands in a fire
Maybe that's why he doesn't pick up the phone to check on his grandkids
And I know that sounds harsh but, I'm just saying
I don't think it's fair I have to walk around with
Both of our burdens while he gets to be hands-free
Even though we both carry the same name
Lately, pain feels better than it should
It kind of wakes me up but I'm so tired of feeling it
So I submerge myself into my notebook
Refusing to come to the surface
Until I'm able to breathe life into suffocating ears
You are listening to a man who is dying to live
A man so scared of going sane
But just wants someone to tell me
That I am not crazy
That this is just life
And if I'm crazy for trying to make sense of it
How crazy are you
For not trying to