My sunken chest still holds treasure
At least my daughter thinks so
Her favourite place to lay when in my presence
Even when I'm on skitz' mode
You know how that shit go
Broke an honourable streak
To quiet down my mental
Broken down to my feet
I'm crying at the slits, woah
I'm crying at the slits, woah
My baby wiping my tears
Ain't even want her to see 'em
Daddy's usually stronger than this
But I'm caught in a phoenix
Just peep the char
It covered several scars
I'm peeling off the layers again
'Til I'm naked, unarmed and defenseless
Still lessen by the lesson
Progress to digress, 'til eventually I'm regressing
This ain't news unless you ain't boomed the collection
I'm drenched in the essence of an endless depression

Good grief
Lost an awful lot of control
My mama's mom is a ghost
Can't process these losses, bro
Good grief
Felt the world stop when I got the news
My chest dropped and I wanted to
Take enough shots to lose
Every nerve that built up
These burns in my filled cups
They serve as a filter
When I purge all these ills
Better than flirting with pills
I ended that term with a kill
And that's why I'm here to end all my silence
I'm still on a quest for solace
Code it in all my sonnets
Devoted to being honest
Nothing else really penetrates
Using myself to demonstrate
Hoping to see some better days
Choking 'cause breathing's heavy
Broken wings and my levees collapsed
Now the waves crash
My surfboard snapped in half
Flipped me backwards like acrobats
Then floated back, my death wasn't the aftermath
'Cause I still got one thing that's keeping my soul intact

And that one thing is my passion
The reason why all this average shit made me feel oh so stagnant
Tried to confirm to patterns that didn't seem all that bad
But I sunk right down the labyrinth
Had God and Satan just laughing
Had to ask 'em what happened
They acted as if I'm still a kid
But the difference is that since a jit, I've been gifted with
This vision to foresee my life flash before me
Now everything's boring, I feel myself warping
It all happened so shortly after I turned 17
Evidently, the evanescence had entered me
And out came the lyrics
Had to make it coherent to my spirit
Now I feel it, and the whole world can hear it
And that's all I've been tryna find
A piece of mine that could get me closer to peace of mind
'Cause in these lines, I'm alive, but I'm still dead inside
Never mind, guess that I'm
Shredding 'til I get a little leverage in this quest of mine