I got the mind of the force lost in the eye of the storm hidden in the eye of a source and its like this...
It’s times like these you wish you could catch breath or ask for help let me take you down the path I’ve been
its times like these your coping with everything Youre holding in from yourself I can’t get away from this vision that I’m not healthy living in hell
its times like these feels like you can’t connect to people who live without a sickness or a mental disease but you can feel the illness is writin in this makes you feel that part in all of us caught in the system of a sickness illing intent
Life is precious that’s why my heart pace not given up for nothing ya that’s the mind state with a heart full of gold
Though it’s times like these im too terrified to live too terrified of death
So i try to make sense of it
some people tried to kill me off looking back it was often
Looking to stick me in a closed coffin
but they only ever tryna get the sick softened
It’s times like these we try picture the most beautiful things but we can’t
but I’m glad there’s a stereo my shits legendary carry the hype cause when it booms they clap and it creeps into the feel of the night
it leaves a sting in the crowd
booming up out of the underground sound
what a loss trapped in a disaster when it comes down to it I can’t ressolve this pain in my chest
makes my heart beat faster cause love shouldn’t be used as anything to toy with
in a straight jacket wrapped in plastic i was found out of my element
I made a choice to change the sickness into a voice
overwhelemed with these voices telling me to slit and it was happening that much I couldn’t see my self for who I was loosing contact with my sense of self hidden messages trying to reach out and see myself again the thought desensitized and numbs like nova cane now you can Catch me in that new wave shifting the movement
Sitting here with some tough luck the face hidden behind faces drag me down so I lyrically bust there seems to be no contact with karma
trying to move past this
living where there is no one to fix me but myself
you’d probably feel that if it’s going the way we do
looking for the day to shine through
hidden in memories lies a different me
but Ill never loose the battle always fight for the war
watch another day turn to night
but another day is too much ask for
and the next one is out of sight in a hopeless mind state like a date with life as a hopeless romantic
thinking how life couldve been better than damaged
Blinded by the light
but the posion has infected my wounded mind
impatiently waiting for it to get it out of my system
my death is in due time
the position I’m in will take everything out of me to put the pieces back together I guess
just looking for something better
could always arise tomorrow or any second and I pray for it
god help me let it in
But this days done and im still moving and shit
with these psycho somatic symptoms
like life could hardly be anything different
so i wrote this
Hoping people still give a shit
Cause I’ve seen a glimpse
And now I’m living it lifted attached to these joints that help me feel the music like life is still a gift
About the Creator
Kiefer Jackson
These words are my only escape
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