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Eggshells that I walk on,
delicate but embodied in a hard shell.
Mind fxxxed and then she fell.
Broken and cracked, damned if she does and damned if she don't.
Fast chorus: I wont I wont I wont, I will not condone and will not conform.
I am who I am so you got two choices kick rocks or be part of the fam"
Take a look in the mirror sir, the problem is you not me, get it clearer sir. Acting like the big bad wolf, you a sheep. Scared and frantic follow the heard .
Eggshells, the shit I walk on but I'm sunny side up and you over easy. Scrambled brains while I pull gains.
Putting me down is just a reflection of yourself
Lubricated on self hatred
Dedicated to yourself and nobody else
in prison with your mind
taking it out on me but I'm fine.
Blind maybe,
quite literally. but no longer to your bullshit
your ball and chain.
.
Pencil to pad or pen to paper. Either way its self
discovery, mental recovery.
Where a mind can think, gain clarity.
In a world that sometimes seems so unclear to me.
People who dont understand or see how much this pen and paper helps set me free.
Like rain
Sometimes is sprinkles, sometimes it pours. Sometimes you just have to close some doors.
Of the past.
Dark shadows might consume you like a straight jacket mental patient.
Chaos.
Lightning storms, rumbles before the bright light.
Not going down without a fight though.
Lotus flowers grow in the murkiest of waters and mud though,
so like them I will learn and grow.
Pencil yo pad or pen to paper is my self discovery and mental recovery.
Do it for myself do it for my kids,
wake up grind,
fake smile.
Fighting the storm, the anger inside.
Everything in me wanting to just run and hide from the demon outside.
in that darkness
The anger the shame the that very dark pain.
Deep inside though, Im a lotus ready to bloom in murky water
Like a raven being my safe haven,
Bird in the sky, spread my wings and fly till the day I die.
Prison wife white lies and cut tie, low lows and high highs. A high tide.
depression like a succulent holding water
Needing drained constrained and the ability to maintain
Like a bee hive no knife, no execution. poet and folklore, resurrections.
Again and again I say hes just my friend
my ride or di
my his hin he
Followed by hash tags and red flags still my X and O
No times forgotten stop watch like click clock clap in the head you dip thong.
Over my shoulder deep grave, concrete and ass paved.
Hands clean a money machine yadadi
Guilt and wealth a hella of a thing
Tone deaf like a bad dream.
Eggshells that I walk on,
delicate but embodied in a hard shell.
Mind fxxxed and then she fell.
Broken and cracked, damned if she does and damned if she don't.
Fast chorus: I wont I wont I wont, I will not condone and will not conform.
I am who I am so you got two choices kick rocks or be part of the fam"
Take a look in the mirror sir, the problem is you not me, get it clearer sir. Acting like the big bad wolf, you a sheep. Scared and frantic follow the heard .
Eggshells, the shit I walk on but I'm sunny side up and you over easy. Scrambled brains while I pull gains.
Putting me down is just a reflection of yourself
Lubricated on self hatred
Dedicated to yourself and nobody else
in prison with your mind
taking it out on me but I'm fine.
Blind maybe,
quite literally. but no longer to your bullshit
your ball and chain.
.
Pencil to pad or pen to paper. Either way its self
discovery, mental recovery.
Where a mind can think, gain clarity.
In a world that sometimes seems so unclear to me.
People who dont understand or see how much this pen and paper helps set me free.
Like rain
Sometimes is sprinkles, sometimes it pours. Sometimes you just have to close some doors.
Of the past.
Dark shadows might consume you like a straight jacket mental patient.
Chaos.
Lightning storms, rumbles before the bright light.
Not going down without a fight though.
Lotus flowers grow in the murkiest of waters and mud though,
so like them I will learn and grow.
Pencil yo pad or pen to paper is my self discovery and mental recovery.
Do it for myself do it for my kids,
wake up grind,
fake smile.
Fighting the storm, the anger inside.
Everything in me wanting to just run and hide from the demon outside.
in that darkness
The anger the shame the that very dark pain.
Deep inside though, Im a lotus ready to bloom in murky water
Like a raven being my safe haven,
Bird in the sky, spread my wings and fly till the day I die.
Prison wife white lies and cut tie, low lows and high highs. A high tide.
depression like a succulent holding water
Needing drained constrained and the ability to maintain
Like a bee hive no knife, no execution. poet and folklore, resurrections.
Again and again I say hes just my friend
my ride or di
my his hin he
Followed by hash tags and red flags still my X and O
No times forgotten stop watch like click clock clap in the head you dip thong.
Over my shoulder deep grave, concrete and ass paved.
Hands clean a money machine yadadi
Guilt and wealth a hella of a thing
Tone deaf like a bad dream.
Eggshells that I walk on,
delicate but embodied in a hard shell.
Mind fxxxed and then she fell.
Broken and cracked, damned if she does and damned if she don't.
Fast chorus: I wont I wont I wont, I will not condone and will not conform.
I am who I am so you got two choices kick rocks or be part of the fam"
Take a look in the mirror sir, the problem is you not me, get it clearer sir. Acting like the big bad wolf, you a sheep. Scared and frantic follow the heard .
Eggshells, the shit I walk on but I'm sunny side up and you over easy. Scrambled brains while I pull gains.
Putting me down is just a reflection of yourself
Lubricated on self hatred
Dedicated to yourself and nobody else
in prison with your mind
taking it out on me but I'm fine.
Blind maybe,
quite literally. but no longer to your bullshit
your ball and chain.
.
Pencil to pad or pen to paper. Either way its self
discovery, mental recovery.
Where a mind can think, gain clarity.
In a world that sometimes seems so unclear to me.
People who dont understand or see how much this pen and paper helps set me free.
Like rain
Sometimes is sprinkles, sometimes it pours. Sometimes you just have to close some doors.
Of the past.
Dark shadows might consume you like a straight jacket mental patient.
Chaos.
Lightning storms, rumbles before the bright light.
Not going down without a fight though.
Lotus flowers grow in the murkiest of waters and mud though,
so like them I will learn and grow.
Pencil yo pad or pen to paper is my self discovery and mental recovery.
Do it for myself do it for my kids,
wake up grind,
fake smile.
Fighting the storm, the anger inside.
Everything in me wanting to just run and hide from the demon outside.
in that darkness
The anger the shame the that very dark pain.
Deep inside though, Im a lotus ready to bloom in murky water
Like a raven being my safe haven,
Bird in the sky, spread my wings and fly till the day I die.
Prison wife white lies and cut tie, low lows and high highs. A high tide.
depression like a succulent holding water
Needing drained constrained and the ability to maintain
Like a bee hive no knife, no execution. poet and folklore, resurrections.
Again and again I say hes just my friend
my ride or di
my his hin he
Followed by hash tags and red flags still my X and O
No times forgotten stop watch like click clock clap in the head you dip thong.
Over my shoulder deep grave, concrete and ass paved.
Hands clean a money machine yadadi
Guilt and wealth a hella of a thing
Tone deaf like a bad dream.
