If home is where the heart is
Explains why I've been so heartless.
It's been a minute since I've been back
And it's turned me into a lost kid.
Holding myself hostage
As if I'm some kind of criminal,
Ironic bc it's me that I'm committing
This critical imprisonment too
But It's lyrical,
quite the beautiful miracle
how I puzzle the pieces together like a stick of glue
So listen dude...
The days ive seen better,
Yet I get up.
Hard times don't last forever,
Pick ya head up.
But how do you escape
When you locked yourself up.
They say you choose your own fate
I'm guessing I fukced it up.
Bc this feeling fukcing sucks,
I'm stuck,
Im feeling sh*t out of luck,
And Believing ain't enough.
I'm feeling out of touch,
And Grieving too damn much
Finally seeing what it does.
So I'm trying to climb out,
Find my escape route
Can't stop time...Ã��Ã�ÂÂ
Out
Of the question,
I gotta learn my lesson
Before I start regressing.
Last thing I need,
is to have life eat away at me,
Chewing,
swallowing,
And start to digesting.
Leaving me stuck in a tract,
Pitched black
With a sack .
Only shot I got out
Is to regurgitate it back.
And incorporate my past
To start it all from scratch.
But something stands in the way.
My pride won't allow that.
Instead,
I take life and swallow back,
Hear my fortune echo back.
Right at,
the fortune teller who's been belching out my future,
Fukc that!
No one can ever tell me What it is that im pursuing.
So I'm through with,
The nuisance,
Of constantly losing.
All the bruises can prove it
That I'm choosing the wrong doing.
So I made it right,
took a hike,
left the nest
And now I'm cruising.
Watch me do it,
As im blooming,
into the truest...
Rose
youve ever seen.
Grew up
And Chose the right street.
Maybe not at firstÂÂ
But eventually,
I found my way.
Chose the right path and lasted through the bad and the tragic.
The traffic left me battered but I somehow made it passed it.
Straight to my hide away
The only place I can escape.
If I could, I swear I would.
Runaway, everyday.
