People

It's my life, in my own words I guess...

Well I was born a mere four months before the dawn of the nineties
And the fact I'm still here is a blessing of almighty
Couple meetings with death, told him it's bad timing
Now I think of my name signed under the dotted lining
Never again I said would I flirt with death or divine
And I'd be lying because I'd turn around and try another time
Abusing my body, always numbing my mind
With hard liquor, pills, cigarettes, weed, women and lines
Molly, cocaine and dimes, prescription pills with wine
Living life like a lost cause since 2009
And all the darkness that was surrounding me was hounding me
In the thick of the woods with wolves all around me constantly hounding me
This is it little man, I know you feel the pressure
Nothing but cold air, my knife clenched and my chest up
I'll never give in, see all I know is survive
This the shit that's killing me but will never take me alive

I feel I'm falling
My sick addiction, I'm itching to catch a fixing
It's hard to look at the light of day
If I don't stop there may not be another way

People stopped hitting me up, used to always give me calls
All I have is myself now and these four empty walls
A bottle full of my pain, my testimony and falls
And I sat in that room alone as I was going through withdrawals
Thinking of B-Rok, I was thinking about Fresh
Wishing I could see Silent cause I was trying to see death
Wanting asphyxiation, wasn't trying to see breath
Wasn't wanting to die, just wanting that sweet rest
In peaceful state, streets will overload and keep your plate
In the bleakest place thoughts screaming I need escape
Kept thinking I needed a sign when all I needed was time
To tell me that I'd be fine and it came in the form of rhyme
Cold sweats and crying, night terrors and yelling
I seen the ugly of life, you who the hell is telling
When it comes to rebelling and doing what the fuck I wanna do
With hip hop cause shit I would be dead if the lord had wanted to