Skin

Every morning hate my skin

and then I’m feeling foreign in it

I know if I’m losing hope

if I woke up with more indifference

He was livin he was kicking

and then rigor mortis hit him

Back then I was more afflicted

Woke up looking towards addiction

At this stage in life it’s like I’m almost way beyond conflicted

Growing up the only image I had was mom on prescriptions

I used to get kicked out the house

and then reported missing

I was homeless sleeping on the road would go to school for breakfast

15 I moved out away from home and all I’d known was Texas

I ain’t famous I’m just glad they take this and they showing interest

This shit basic

if you want it chase it and then close the distance

I take pain each day and I embrace it

I don’t know resistance

Ever held to bro while he lying

dying cold and rigid

I’ve met death it left me on the edge and paid me no attention

Make sure that yo soul and yo heart intertwine with yo intentions

We all make mistakes just make sure that you say what you intended

If I died today was in a grave I wonder who would visit

I ain’t think that I could cultivate this and that they would listen

I used to come home to momma sprawled out on the fucking kitchen

Suicidal I don’t know cause some nights im in love with living

Photos in my phone that reach my soul wish I could touch an image

I remain in my ways it’s the right way give em nothing different