pad to the pen at the end of the night in the back of my head I'm so mentally tired and man that's cuz I am I'm an empath for life I feel everyone else whether laughing or crying cold protecting myself I vent by rapping and rhyming I don't know heaven or hell I still feel rather Divine yeah I feel much better by now as soon as I started writing with every letter I spell another part of me smiles some days I have to crack up it's either or start crying from the pain of my past stuck on some PTSD shit I got empathy but that don't mean I'm nice I got a bad temper thing you don't want to see me unwind psychotic entity Frozen cold piece of mind my chaotic energy broke the mold without trying