What’s the deal here?
The world’s chaotic.
Wish I was bionic
If I want it, then I got it
That’s the type of shit I’m on!
Used to be so small
Trying to survive
in the streets of the hood
I remember those nights
Adapted to life
Never have I been blind
I cut my heart out
one piece at a time
I’m left with holes and my minds not right
I’m tired of these feelings inside.
I either shut them out completely
But That’s never really pleasing
Then I open up again
Forgetting that I bleed easy
Then my head gets to spinning
Then my breathing starts to increase
Then the speed I try to decrease
Before it’s too late and I’m wheezing.
The tears are flowing, my mind’s freezing.