We were all born into this acidic world of hate
Wes on Acid shared my life throughout his tape
Life in rhythm, rhyme, record helps the pain drift away
A touch of soul in my ears helps with the pain
Thank you Sade
Music is a language through pain that helps with my sleep
Night terrors rotting through thoughts & carving memories
Wake up in full screams
Is there happiness out there for me?
Chosen for wrong things
Did I eat an apple off Adam's tree?
Hospital hallways
Beeping monitors
Self conscious jeers filled with tears, doctors bringing news that was confirming fears
I cry to know death was on the other side of that door
Not Mom, not Dad, not a savior, I'm gone forever more
Look to my left wall, always filled with family & friends, don't know who is who
Which is which, or how I know all of them
Disease a depressing self loathing state of mind
But you can get through it, Hold your head & just
Hold your head & just shine
