In the darkest days of my life I've got days of aggression; Unto thee Through my heart a knife Thy knoweth; Not my headaches; Thy knoweth; Not my heartaches. If my pen could speak.. The words it'll utter, Would be out of comprehension; To thee. Nevermind my pain; Nevermind my deppression. But would God judge me; Like ya'l do? He knoweth my heart; Ya'l don't. So don't judge me wrong. Hell may burn; In my heart; But in my soul; Heaven is eternal. Wings white as snow; Another gothic flow; Another emcee performing a weak show Another death of a baby, Another ***** hitting a lady. So lifes a *****? No it ain't. Just what you make of it. Oh whatever; Only God can judge me So I'd rather; Role on a snow white cloud; Or die being proud; Of being myself; For ignoring ya'l.
Written by: Austin KwAgGa Trimmel. 03:59pm, Wed 27-08-2014