bills

I've been beat up, beat down , locked up , moved around and they still sit behind that bench and wonder why my minds not sound, every time I get up I seem to fund the ground, i put my pain between these lines, I'll be sound, but I dream of death it's so profound, I said dreams of death there so profound, lifes just another lesson bro done found, but I'm a soldier, so's my son, I already told ya, will it really be different when we're older or will the world just get colder. will I even see success, for my son I promise to do my best, aslong as were together fuck the rest, we'll be blessed, pray for more luck less stress but fr my futures any mans guess cause I'm unstable, slightly mental, kinda unable, this ain't no story you've heard before, it's a different kind of fable, of how really I've been fucked since the cradle, its like my dad made pact with the devil, but with my life on the table, i get on with it , forget the doctors label, altho my mental health towers me but this rap shit seems to empower me, so I'm throwing bangs at my demons till they like allow it g, leave em thinking how is he? I'm just there like how easy, like counting 1, 2 , 3, you cnt do shit that hasn't already been done to me.