When I look at myself all I see is a broken mirror
When I think of my dad all I remember is him with a open beer
I wish the crazy thoughts&broken dreams would disappear
Raised to fight and display anger without the fear
Raised in the streets trying to make a dollar outta 15 cent
Locked up on my kids first birthday,s no cake or presents
Trying to grow up heavenly but hard with the devil always present
Bad peers mixed with bad thoughts was the devils presents
That's why I feel like I'm outta my fucking mind
Praying everyday because my sanity I'm trying to find
So dark walking around in my thoughts like I'm walking blind
This weight I carry is more than 100 people combined
©droneking
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