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“The grass is greener on the other side but its filled with lies

Louder than the airplanes in the sky but you cant hear me cry

I scream out to these mortal mind about suicide

and realized that if i ever stopped it would be do or die.

I think of life as a metaphor no one understands

 instead of love its always guns and drugs that are in demand

Hand and hand fighting with brothers like were in pakistan

Man to man arms they lock like the door on a van

and when it lock we lose the key like it was never there

 i told my friends about depression they just really never cared

 god sent me straight to hell and in the devils eyes i stared

 realized he was me and all of a sudden i wasn’t scared

I was always searching for your voice on the phone i could never forget

Can i get an explanation for the hugs i didn’t get?

All i felt was sadness cause my mother was absent

mind always distracted in school i was failing classes

I didn’t have my mother so the drugs were her replacement

Going down this road i dont think imma make it

im always feeling alone she never knew how i felt when she didn’t pick up the phone.

I was dealing with drug use and my mom has no excuse as to why she makes me feel useless

But then again i didn’t know what she went through

I was just a little i kid i wasn’t supposed to be bullet proof

My dad was young he didn’t really know how to raise me

he would hit me so hard that i thought that he hated me

I was only nine and in my mind i felt a since of vacancy.

When i was young i wish that my mom would have taken me.

Holding the pain on my shoulders at a young age.

All though nights feeling caged lost in silent rage.

But ive bloomed to the flower that i am now

writing to realease for others so everybody can stand out

Look how for i came never asking for a hand out.”
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