Constantly feeling like I belong in a trap
Surrounded by drugs and rap
And people who don't give a crap
How did I turn out alright?
I'm honestly confused
I guess I'm very strong
My persistence seeps through
And it sticks like glue
Where before it came off
Oh have the times have changed
I could of been another drug addict but I won't be
I made the choice to survive and persist
The demons at bay can insist
But I'm Satan's cyst
With the flick of the wrist
I can create enough mist
To make the wind twist
And flourish the oxygen we breathe.