After_20-12

where do we go when this life is over how do we maintain when forced to become sober been through so much i must be a soldier you wouldnt believe my testimony if i sat down and told ya you couldnt possibly turn my heart any colder its cold enough i think its frozen up been tortured by pain til i eventually felt nothing plagued by shame its like im cursed or something played the game but in the end it dont matter if you win or lose keep my heart beating with the verses im spitting and the bass keeps my soul commited these words are my inventions i cant leave em unspoken i feel ive been provoked by this mic that i holding i need to say soO much but im feeling distant and out of touch pp