LYRIC FOR SALE

By EIDOLON XIII

They don’t know what you walked through, But they’ll talk like they do.

How did i loved you more than I loved myself, Where was you when I needed some help? Girl, how the hell you use love as a weapon? Incompetence weaponized shit had me second guessing, - I was foolish to think I couldn't get into a deeper depression.

Don’t call me a rapper, unless you wanna get packed up, wrapped up. Few rhyme my bars — we ain’t pullin’ up in rented cars. gone too far, ain't bleeding from these scars, it’s no-holds-barred, we was raised on war not charm. Y'all got me alarmed.

Left on the porch, nothing but hope,
Now they wonder why we pour up, that's how we coped. Hopped off the porch, leveraged weight, G's to P's. Tired of surviving day-to-day. I paid my fees.
Did the dirty deeds. Prayed on my knees.

No one bet on me, but I ain’t fold,
Played my hand with a heart so cold.
Had to raise myself, pain took ahold,
Now I ride through fire, I am the tower.
lost to love, bled from kin, Turned my back — I let the blade sink in. Still I ride, through the smoke and sins.

Y'all Put me in the firing line — I ain't flinch, You hide behind white lies and twitched. You won't puppet-string my mind, The throne is all mine — I climb while you're steady on decline.

I tiptoed through silence thinking it was peace, found myself Fading piece by piece in the belly of the beast.
She sent me "lessons" I never asked,
Echoes of secrets in shattered glass.

“Be a man,” she'd state with script in hand, fanatics turned into tactics, I turned static. Tryna raise kids in a land of spite, Where love is bait and pain ignites fights.

Front row in chaos, you watch from a screen, Can’t gaslight a soul this clean.
Truth cuts mean, Ive been off the lean,
You slid — I stood — I claimed the scene.

Mind’s too pricey to break or fold,
Look close ain’t no price tags on my soul. Put me in the line of fire, I won’t break, take the Clock every move you make shapes fate.

No one bet on me, but I ain’t fold,
Played my hand with a heart of gold.
Had to raise myself, the pain took ahold,
Now I ride through fire with a fate so bold, My face turned into stone.
I lost love, bled from kin,
Turned my back & the blade sank in.
Still I ride, through the smoke and sins,
’Cause I ain’t tryna go out the way i came in.

I buried myself to keep the peace,
But the coffin had windows — I saw the beast.
They treat me like a ghost,
I wish I could take y'all coast to coast but
My kids only see me through digital posts....

Spin like vinyl, sprint through the spiral,
one soul vs the cycle, this the recital. Do it with nothin, this shits Vital.

Plant both feet.
Don’t retreat.
Never accept defeat.