I want to tell a story
I don’t know I guess that’s the author in me
Look it was this kid his mom helped him stay on his feet
Made sure his heart beat
Made sure he never accepted defeat
She was his protector
But one day she gave in and left him in the cold
He kept wishing she came back but like bread, he started to mold
Feelings started to fold
Things got old
As this dude got tired of life
He was crying himself to sleep every night
Dreaming of the days when he felt right
He was tired of life
Wishing he could see the light
So he grabbed a knife
Put it to his throats and applied pressure
But something wouldn’t let him go through with it
Time after time he wanted to get the slicing like wolverine
But he stays up and tries to grind
Cause he know one day it will be his time
And family don’t always got your back like a spine
In them cold lonely nights
He learned who was his true peers
The rest left him with tears
He had to switch gears
Now he lurking in shadows
Fighting his own battle
It’s crazy how that boy is me
