Idntwnnago

Haven't written for a minute
Windows tinted just in case I fall in the percentage
Or become another instance. And god forbid they bury me with my sentences
Much less my verses, composed through blood and a sense of lost purpose
Still feel ostracized but find comfort knowing my ex still follows me on Spotify
And even when I've lost my ties to the world, I tend to keep my eyes on the road
Never do what I'm told, much less when my life's at stake
Part heavy heart, false start since yesterday
I'll never get it right, maybe I've already lost my chance
But it's hard to ignore the devil pleading for a final dance
Maybe if I changed my glance. Maybe if I switched the view
I could live it up like everybody seems to do
Even with perspective switched I tend to rip the stitch that keeps my heart glued
Keepin' it from becoming two
At times I wanna die. At times I wanna live
At times I reap the harvest when there's nothing left to give
At times I wanna run. At times I wanna stay
It's times like these that make me wanna give my life away
Sometimes I might write. Sometimes I might wallow
Drowning in the truths that I never swallowed
Acknowledging the fact we're all stuck up in a rat race
Swimming in the rain that finds a place on my stoned face

What you call love? What you call stress?
What you call those white lies under her heavy breath?
What you call loyal? What you call Heart?
What you call this haunting sense of being torn apart?
What you call real? What you call fake?
Ever asked yourself how many times a heart can break?
What you call trust? What you call growth?
Stuck up in a rut but I don't wanna go

And yo I miss my fucking friends and how they grew up in my absence
Story of my life; immigration malpractice
Always on the run until I finally made my way back
To the genesis. That's where the fam stays at
Know the river turns, sometimes it might burn
Carried by the current hoping that I'll finally learn
Driven by the wind as the sins on my skin grow
Appreciating movement as my eyes turn to windows
And as I piece the puzzle of a life that's left it's imprint
I stumble finding out I'm still an infant
Just another instance of a kid who trusted system
Built on the back of jaded facts and opinion
Tryna spit it to em, maybe someday they'll listen
Or reach the point of life where we piqued the same interest
From the temple of a pharaoh to the kingdom of a vagrant
Best believe we're all running towards the same places