I have been cursed since the day I was born,
Where I was conceived as a villain in the midst of the storm,
Born with horns and a cold heart but as I got wiser,
Opened my eyes up, realized as time went by,
Silently I cried, recollecting my mournful crimes,
Mind in a confused state due to these scandalous times.
With each rhyme I write a spark ignites flames,
Burning my sins away, and exchanged my ways.
Trying to take a different path than that of which I chose as a kid,
Questioning my lifestyle cause look how I live.
Steadily stressing only blessing is that I’m still breathing,
But I abuse that by continuing peeving and thieving.
Grieving most of the time the cause, I have lost so much,
Now I have grown ruff and raw, an outlaw with a poisonous touch.
Mysterious in my questions coming back with riddled answers,
So it’s just another task to find my existence in spite of my actions.
Where am I going in life I have lost the spark,
Just another young cursed seed born alone in the dark.
So I’m taking shots of Hennessey now I’m strong enough to face the madness,
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash.
Quick to pull out a shotty, cock it back and blast,
Many questions asked, but I don’t get any answers.
Lost my chances so I walk this earth lost in my misery trying to find a better day,
But I have come up empty handed, still a concrete rose yet exposed to rays,
So I continue on growing in this concrete jungle of sinful ways.
Plus what must be accomplished before I can escape,
Meet my fate, no longer be caged and raged with this misplaced hate.
I don’t want to feel this way I’m so fed up with dealing,
Concealing many secrets, facts of the cards I was given.
Living in this life I did not chose just fell into,
Haunted by demons, you would feel hell was with you.
Taunted me into becoming a menace with a mind that’s corrupt.
Naturally sentenced to life in prison so I got my mind made up.
Emotions mixed up as I’m stuck on the fast lane,
With this last breath I go out expressing so much pain.
Quiet as kept, I’m blessed, on quest with a death wish,
Stress the abyss I live in and come up hectic.
Though I’m devilish at times and quick to react,
Take this time to forgive for when I bust like straps.
Born cursed, labeled violent cause I will rebel against,
And still come up victorious as I’m backed up against the fence.
