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My cousin started molesting me at the age of 9. He said, “Don’t worry you’ll be just fine”. 
You told me I was special, said I was great but when my sister walked in she fell in a faint. 

I finally met my master, King- H.
King said don’t worry I’ll make you feel great. 
You want freedom? I’m your means of an escape.

Eager faces with open eyes and empty minds. 
Day and night, with no release in sight.
Cotton, needles, blood, and bruises.
From 9 to 5, I pray to stay alive.

The drugs are gone, I am so sick.
Time to go, to turn a few tricks. 
Filled with loathing and so much hate until I hit and yes, I feel great!

I say how did I end up here?
Incarcerated for the next 19 years.
I hate this addiction, this awful beast. 
You said you would give me freedom, a means of release.
But all you did was break me and made me lose faith. 

I will serve this master no more, you’re the one I hate! 
As I lay down with a feeling of bliss, it’s only after my reality hits. 
There is still life inside where all the demons hide.
I’m finally beginning to fix the broken pieces inside.
Finally, starting to see a new view on this life. 
I am a new person, nothing like my past life.
I am no longer filled with hate inside, maybe it’s compassion or some pride.
I let it all go, I’m a new individual, finally free to grow.

I know this road is not easy, not made to please me.
My life is on the line, so just watch and see me.

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