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One take
One mic
One love
Nine lives
How do you cope?

The fact I'm alive is a wonder
I wonder, will this life take me under?
It was written the stars
Welcome to trauma; you are now listening to Gian
I recycled all the love that was discarded
Pain in my pen, I was kickstarted
Since the kid started really been a sick artist
Hip hop, I'ma drop with the six martyrs
If I drop 'fore I pop, smoke a big l
Really no biggie that we in hell
Feel I got the spirit of Afeni's son
Twenty one, have I been heard by anyone?
47 less ten been the new steez
Gotta hustle, lot of muscle in my new team
Six here and I'm due to be the seventh
Sick queer, sent my eulogy to heaven
Overgrown, do I feel old yet?
Oh yes, heart worn like the gold neck
And it used to be a noose I was waking up in cold sweats
My art bloomed when my soul wept
When my soul leaked, I cried for a whole
Year, or four, queer, let it mould me
They pass traumas, like, Gian can you hold these?
They pass traumas, like, Gian can you hold these?

And if you love somebody, you better hold 'em
Say the words, regret if you never told 'em
And if you got problems then you better solve 'em
Santoro, saint, neck and my weather golden
And all the fake friends begging me to drop
Are probably all the same friends begging me to drop
Thank the liquor all the memories are lost
That's a lie, they'll forever be the cost
Of living life reckless, breathless
All the pain it was kissing my necklace
All the pain it was kissing my bracelet
Pour the pain, close my lids and I taste it
I was snuffing the 'caine
I was puffing the j
I was loving the hate
I was numbing the pain
Horrid coping mechanisms
Soul broken, heart is open better listen
In the distance I was kissing apparitions
So you know that my ghosts are never missing
And if this game just pays my dudes
That's when I know that I paid my dues
Worried that my dearest might hate Gian too
Seen it all before, déjà vu
Seen it happen before
They fake on wax like Madame Tussauds
Noose on my neck, either that or the sword
Feeling like I'm trapped, rap tracks or a corpse
Of course, voc' chords so coarse
Those thoughts feed screams, and I bleed from my hoarse throat
Can't lead to water now I'm sure bro
I was blinking trauma out in morse code
But this morning, I awoke feeling grateful
Think tonight might just be my last one
My eyes dried right on the last blunt
Is this a test now? 'Cause I'm past done
Class um, pens down, time's up and my art's cut
But it used to be my arms bruh

Gian's brush
Could only paint this pain so gently
Taste disdain don't tempt me
Make this rain so empty
Or make this rain so full, broke rules
Could I still be teaching them with no school
Bleed a memory every time I speak the truth
Leave a legacy every time I teach the youth
Sea blue all around the pupils
I see truth, how they hound is brutal
When they get you in the lens they'll cornea
And I swear that the stems getting thornier
I rose from the death bed, yet how it's looking lately
Soon enough I'll be pushing daisies
Yet again, I wonder where this letter ends
Closed chapters of abuse for some better friends
I wrote of chapters of abuse, and turned a new page
When my captors fled the truth, I earned a new stage
But I learned a new pain, when I discovered motifs
As soon as I recovered, no sleep
No rest, so stressed
Smoke grief, blow cess
No drugs, just trust in the process
And I wish I never cut when my throat wept
So death, is it me that you're looking for?
And I bleed cause of everything you took and more
Michelin slice, and it didn't come from cooking pork
Thank the lord that I never read a book in law
I don't know how I made it still
Sentenced to the meds, judged 'fore they even made appeal
Satan's real, and we made a deal
Got my soul with blood, that's far from a stainless steal
Unlike the knife I was cuddling
Unwind my mind when I'm tumbling
Cut right, inside all my colouring
Sunlight, despite all the thundering
Unlike the knife I was cuddling
Unwind my mind when I'm tumbling
Cut right, inside all my colouring
Sunlight, despite all the thundering

ON37OVE