ait listen I'm fed up of being screwed in the head I've allowed others to fuck with my mind for years, all this time I've cried and wished that I might die but you know what I'm not gonna stand here and shed anymore tears. I can't, one more thing and I may slit my wrist. I'm so fed up of this shit. I'm not a weapon but my words yeah they maybe. friends I Don't need. a mother who makes me hate everything a father who pretends to care but in reality he would rather me dead. thing is, I'm terrified. this voice inside my brain makes me wanna bleed. I'm fighting still but what am I fighting for? now listen closely. my brain is my weapons. my words are my venom. I spit bars like a cobra. I sneak and hunt like a big cat. I'm armed and ready with a big gat loaded with an extended clip. I'm the bite of 87 and I'm the stuff of nightmares. yeah. ya hear it?! they used to call me weak. I'm standing here following my dreams. and that's keeping me going. and I'll keep thriving for excellence. because when I'm 89 and retired and successful then I'll stop. don't quit. I'm a godlike entity. I'm still a little afraid of the future. believe me I'm not putting up with it anymore.