They brought me to my knees, so
Fought with all of my friends
Now I don't got any of them

But I'd rather be alone
So I hung up my phone
I do my best on my own

I'm doing the best I can
On my own I still stand
And I've got a plan

When the stars touchdown
Let's see how much I've grown
Because I've always known

I do the best when I'm on my own
It's okay who needed them anyway
Nothing to say I will walk on my own

I got bags under my eyes
Awake but I'm tired
Stop calling me wise
All I am is expired
I've stopped chasing highs
I only do what is required

Is this whats called an honest life
To live bereft of passion within reason
I've stopped carrying a knife
Live within the bounds of demons
I've reached my own half-life
As struggle lessens sins deepen

Sink into skin pocks an permanent marks
No more broken locks and empty pockets
Just work and later nights
To be broke with empty sockets
No jokes no more laughs
What a joke living for profits

Live your life don't look up to mine
Life on a knife edge, life of a slime
And yet you said its gold when its grime
Parts of my soul sold while you drank wine
Need to fold before confusing glamour an pain

I'm not your role model not a person to follow
Enjoy your parents who coddle with silver bottles
Be thankful you never huddled alone left below
Its hurtful that you wanted to go into the only things I know
My path is lonely with woe my strength is just built from blows

Those traits you seek created by fates I wouldn't wish on snakes
My wits were gained by survival of being out in alleys late
Strength from the desperate struggle of being born a mistake
Will of rusted iron from a life on my lonesome with it all at stake
Will you throw away happiness and family to be a copy and a fake

We talked the other day you said you wanted to die
Even if its what you want I'd rather you be okay
Just going day by day
Sleeping, spending, nothing to say
Bingeing, barely breathing, letting threads fray
I ask hows it going you say you feel empty
Its relatabley the same I wish what I wished for me
I wished someone would save me
Never prayed but twice I was on my knees
Once to ask for anything set my life free
Once to ask the same for every friend of me
No reply, now just hope you don't become an amputee
Not like me, living without a guarantee
Stay surrounded by people that want you happy
A new year to go towards your own family
And one day relax as a retiree
Even if its a grim reality
And a ****** country
There's more in life to see

Darkness all around me set aside my light for belonging
Welcome to the abyss it resides beside your right and its growing
Lazarus in the flesh I don't fully exist so I cant fight whats coming
Hundreds green lush don't really fill the abyss just grows longing
Goes long but falls short silly people flip bricks and know deaths knocking
Can you hear it he's knocking, can you hear it the guns cocking
It all depends on whether you are of data or of the lost in earths strata
Born of dirt and its your stigmata be de-serviced or reborn as auto-mata
No room for poor flesh as you are to god, worthless
But pious gears thresh it from body a priceless business
My confessions are existences as worthless lesions
Life for passions, persistent refusal of life's lessons
Its wanton days spent profitless and yet the prophet begs the question
"Will you condemn yourself to society's prison"
"Come my son and drink of my poison"
"Or you shall drown in freedoms ocean"
If the choice is society or freedom than I am foreign
If they would let me I would be free of the chains
But angels blessed me with feathers followed by fetters
First they taught me with educators then put me neath betters
So I type out my many letters till the bars of the cuckoo birds cage rusts
Watch cracks and dig at dreams till it all busts at the seams
Unfortunately it seems I will die before freedom will sing

Always been cool, a cool head, and cooler heart
Easy to fool, Not to cruel, sometimes comes apart
Wall to wall, Often on call, A urban drug outlet

Covids breakin contracts, anarchy attracts, broken lights
Fights at night, fires in sight, moneys tight, famines in flight
Proletariat burn bright, Blue heart beats turn the crows quiet

I understand, so I know where to stand, and
salt the land, axe the clan, switch the plan
Iron and sand, tax the man, stitch over the pain

I found myself in the boundary of orbit in the planets perigee  
Void filled gospel only quandary's cause when I yell it don't answer me
Bespoken profits necessary debauchery  find your savior in 1-D
Lines raise erections green filled sensory experience money do grow on trees
Red losses, flaccid *****, and sorry stocks will put you on your knees
Blood will freeze with hell as corps marry investors and debtor steez
Calls dropped puts flopped moneys never stopped markets hit the rocks