The way I've seen my thoughts carry my energy; embodied my own hatred as a blessing, yet it only added to accumulate to the view of the masses
Who've seen the tragedy I've lived and turn it into magic
But this dream wasn't a fallacy
It was a blessing in disguise; bringing angels to demons and vice versa, call it flipped alchemy
I've made promises I never intended to keep
But it helped me in the long run keep the wolves away from the sheep and helped me learn how to be the beast for the meek
I've had my mother ask me why my depression never really bothered me
And I told her that nobody ever asked me so I never offered the vision for free
Everyone dying to figure me out; but I'm still trying to figure out how to get the demon and the angel in I separated so I can be freely me
Me, myself, and I don't ever get along how we should
But I had to learn the hard way how to answer the call to quit being nice to those who took it for granted and how to start being good
To myself, for myself; nobody ever saw the passion inside the pain until I told them those who helped me build myself into a gentle giant are the ones who truly hold the reign
"If I have ocean view and you have mountain side, meet me in the lobby and tell me how beautiful it is"
"It was what it was" and "it is what it is" never got me here without hope for tomorrow; I just hope it don't end in violence