Pain

Discontinued morality
lost reflections of my reality
To many enemies in-front of me
No trophies to show the best of me
PAIN is what feeds me

Hell i guess i want to be free
but ghetto chains have a hold of me
I guess this is whats left
A pencil and paper to break free
From Gods cruel misery that he has in front of me

But one day i will make u see
that when there was no one there was me
Trying to give u ease
Now blood will be all u see
Cause my words are the weapons that i will use
Cause Ur soul is what my words will take from u