It's a hard thing for a man to admit he is in the wrong i cant imagine why my life plan has seen so many storms but still don't nd no genie like Alladin I get them blondes But lately I've been feeling detached it's gotten crazy amount of times police been dispatched to fuckin cage me n wake me every hour through a hatch I'm losing power of will my minds about detach mate I write about facts I hate myself for my sins I can't take them back it all started when mum left that shit broke my heart I was only 10 I'd had to run out of class just to cry like a bitch in the toilet looking at the spoilt kids had my blood boiling not there fault just like its no my fault that I'm toiling with suicidal thoughts I'm gona be like a slug covered in salt burning in hell coz I burnt every bridge that I got, Yes I rebelled for some crimes I've never been caught. I'm sorry I didn't ask to be born in the midst of a storm. Im sorry I treated you wrong this is my life this I'd my home is where the heart is so where do I belong is it the homeless hostel where men r paying for there wrongs I'm past that so let's fast track to my present dark heart no longer a peasant being laughed at at present things were going pleasant til I met a lass who's had a past traumatic as I've had An erupting volcanoe meeting a hurricane a swirling tornadoe coming for our brains n blow every fuckin thing that I worked for away I know I hurt u too n I'm sorry to say We both knew the Lord man we know we have to be saved I told you we don't just fight against things we can see Spiritual warfare can u see the air that you breathe can u see to the bottom of the sea