Tough Days blow my mind. This stress is blurring my vision. I see an accident coming, and i'm trying to avoid the collision. When I was a kid, I learned not to be Indian giving. Tell me why God's going to take the life that I'm living. Did you like the times that we spent together, God? I don't want to live in time, if it's not mine but time wasted. Let's look Through The Windows Of My Eyes , My Past Child's Phases. it's like a little girl getting read a book from her mom, then seeing all of the character change in the wrong. All of a sudden, she hears evil in her favorite songs. she feels wrong to sing along but the beat just got her on. She's just trying to get through the day and get along with the man that now says he loves her. Sad she had 3 kids from him but it still isn't enough to show that he cares. He says I Don't give a fuck if you have any tears, then walks out the door. Their go's them years. No time for those people with 2 face's but that's all that's around. She looks in the mirror and sees herself as a clown. Sad to see how much she let herself down. praying she can bring her strength out but truth is her Harts already in the ground. That means no more personality. That means she failed to the person she was Supposed to be. It's about time people hear if you're rapping about death, then you're communicating with demons. You don't have to push people down so you can be leading. It all started off with a heart that was beating. Tell me why the fuck I'm always there when people need me. My Baby's dad When he wasn't there and didn't care when I was pregnant with our first baby, alone couldn't even give me a call on the phone. To see if I was hurting or in the dirt or crying inside for help. That shit killed apart of me I can't even explain myself. I feel I lost so much how can I build myself back up for the little one's that need me. God I don't blame you, I just have a lot of unanswered questions in my mind.