Still Recovering From A Lifetime Of Trauma

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I'm Still Recovering From a Lifetime of Trauma

Damn

Yuh

Ever since I was young

Had these thoughts playin with a gun

Feel like a bastard son

Too many problems I'm done

I don't look back as I run

Away from past pain I don't need anyone

To tell me what to do with my life

All this pain in my chest just like I been jabbed with a knife

They all think I'm just a lowlife

I live in strife

Think that I had died

Back when I was 9

I mess up everytime

I wake up from sublime

Cause I wake up not high

I mean it's sad

Depending on these drugs soundin like my dad

Or you could even add my mother but I won't get into that

Yea my minds in combat

Somehow I don't fall flat

On my face everyday

All these demons lurkin, They keep me at bay

Turn the ashtray grey

With my stress and pain

Only thing I gain

Is another day sane

But when It runs out it all happens again

It really feels like no one believes in me

All these words come from pain don't you see what they mean?

But I guess I'm not good enough cause I talk about more then codeine

I guess I'm just a fuckin dope fiend

All I do is scream

On a track make it seem like an attack

I ain't dissin no one and I'll never fuckin cap

In my raps and if I did then I guess I'd just have to call it a wrap

I don't feel safe without a strap

The type that'll leave you dead in just a snap

Tryna put myself on the map

And I mean more then just your girls bitmap

We hangin round them places you might get kidnapped

Cause the world is fuckin scary and we're all fuckin trapped

Im just tryna keep myself intact

Before I let one in my head dead on impact

I don't wanna live anymore

All my pain and trauma got me Bawlin on the floor