The pen is where it all started, caught up with addiction now we departed, we been kicked to the ground like a kickkstand, words leave my mouth people try to sink me like quicksand, life is a stuggle but i got god in my huddle, pick up from where i fumbled, thank you for this talent lord im so humble, now i wont let any person stand in my way and make it crumble, this world that i was given was a sign, failed highschool got kicked out a couple times, you learn lessons sometimes left with a deep question, is the way im suppose to feel, rolled around in worn out like a wheel, you caught me at the right time im just in my feels The feels x3 so here is the question, why are we all perceived good but were all evil, some of us are good but we live in denial, peoples truths are more dirty than the nile, i leave it in my dome like a case file