i never pillow talk
cause you never know
who is listening behind the doors

i keep my secrets to my chest
cause they are worthy
i don't want another wealthy man
to trade them

selling people dreams
that you will never live
Them

Am me
not them
different cause i hate
my self

i dream dying
i wonder when

when
i will leave this
hell hole
am stuck

nightmares are dark
no light spark
i should have knew
that without money
life *****

No love
only hate and greed
i can't even trust my own seed
my generation smoke alot of ****
and proceed violence

my streets
these dayz lack silence
gunshots
another one down

mothers tears
fell down
his son layes
silent in the streets
kids *******
we all want to be rich
Light skin controls money
government promises
lies

Nightmares visit
every time
i close my eyes
her grave i didn't knew

Am 19
still a teen
i need a shoulder to lean
but non of the shoulders i trust
i live to make to make you proud
i listen to his word
but voices in my head are loud
dark cloud on my head
depression
on its mission...
nightmares my visions...