Whos Next

Yes this is all true Everything I wrote in this My eyes n mind as a witness Becuz these are my feelings Feelings that are real Not no confession to an oppression or depressive or alternate objective This is my canvass My words that do n dont get heard My thoughts that pick up n spark My uffing bleeding heart Yes I get picked on n joked on from those that like less ain't more N I ignore Plotting on new habits that won't damage but gain the home field advantage So riff becuz the one time outa 9 others I wasn't outside the hospital standing while rain on me is crashing This phone is working Almost better than urs with it taking heavy damage Riffing n bitching ain't my cup tea no more becuz of what it did to us thru me Saint I ain't Nor perceived to be n if so Correction pls Becuz it ain't me Everything is an endeavour Right now shyt is thick not better But that's my clutter As I try to make this shyt Into business N mix a lil bit of faith in it I'll wait Uff my plate Uff my face Uff everything that'll make me get outa face n my place be more at a disgrace Here I am so demons come this way Wear any face I won't change this game we play I won't deliberately dismay my road that I go on as I pave Lord I read ur serenity around my wrist N keep thinking how we gonna get thru this When clenched fist don't let anything in I guess well see Even tho words can be cursing n hurting They too can relieve.....Peace