Great grams gave me a journal, blank and gold leafed spine, said, "Fill it when your voice feels earned by time"

I kept it sealed like a tombstone with no name, now the ghosts won't stop screaming for the page

So here I am

Yeah…

It's time to take a deep dive

I only feel alive if I create, even if I'm digging up what made me dead inside so long

Flip through notebooks like crime scenes, scrawled confessions and morphine dreams

Love letters that turned into receipts

Friendships that faded like ash on sheets

Lines like "Don't call me," "You fucking lied," a life unraveled one heartbreak at a time

Could cover We didn't start the fire with my traumas

Betrayal, benzos, broke promises, baby mamas

Therapy bills like rent payments, but I pay 'em in silence and late statements

And now this blank page, like a stage that demands blood

Art's not creation, it's a wound with rhythm

Now let's take a deep dive, where the ink runs red and the ghosts still thrive

Another hit, another memory

Another shot, another scar, drownin' just to make it art

If I come back, will I still be mine

Or just the skeleton they quote in lines

But baby, I can't lie, this is how I stay alive

So let's take a deep dive

Yeah, I'm the Picasso of pain, brush made of razors, drawin' my past with a pen full of failures

Exes like cliff notes, friends like ghosts, every bar I write's a suicide note

This ain't inspiration, it's excavation

Diggin' through decades like damnations

Paranoia in prose, regret in the margins, tears on the pages like fingerprints on carvings

And yeah, I backslide, mouth to bottle like a prayer I forgot

Say I'm just "Setting the mood," but I know what I'm not

That hit?

A shortcut to numb

That shot?

Just applause for what I've become

You see lyrics, I see landmines

You hear rhythm, I hear flatlines

Now let's take a deep dive, where the ink runs red and the ghosts still thrive

Another hit, another memory

Another shot, another scar, drownin' just to make it art

If I come back, will I still be mine

Or just the skeleton they quote in lines

But baby, I can't lie, this is how I stay alive

So let's take a deep dive

What if I'm just a museum of mistakes

What if I bleed too beautifully to break

What if creation's just a slow suicide that no one stops 'cause it sounds divine

What if my best work lives in my worst nights

What if I write the truth and lose the fight

Would you still read me…

If I didn't make it to the last page

That journal's open now

The ink is crying

My hands are shaking, but I'm still trying

So here it is, my soul, my rot, my shine

It ain't much…

But every word's mine

Now let's take a deep dive