Eight little .......
With a mind..
You ain't think about me..
Thought I would run..
But you ain't seen what I've seen..
I'll be the One..
That entices the other 9...
To Fight back..
Call me Nat
As I place the burner to your throat.
And watch all that talk choke
I just wanted to be free
But you couldn't leave me be..
So now its
Whipping that ***!!!
Cross paths with your path..
Can't hold the weight...
Of your freight..
And the pain that I take..
For I care like you care..
Yet what I bare you can't wear..
I can't leave my weight upon your shoulders..
To fester in your dreams at night..
So who cares..
When your awaken in the middle of the night
By someone else's nightmares
Of pathological Struggle...
The internal bleeding..
Of a empath..
Turns them psychopath..
The opposition.. For balance...
The mental.. Is like a dental ****..
Until it meets a sharp end..
Depression seeps in...
And it'll take more than kumbaya
Its the like sin.. I can't escape..
When its wrapped around your neck like a cape..
But what saves you from yourself..
When you need help..
From every one else..
You see I empath
In path with you...
Do you empath
Or bring me down too..
In our last episode many moons ago..
Our young hero burned into the sun..
Or so it seemed..
I Jumped in the light of a Flame.. I was consumed.. The darkness over came this superhero dude... Turning him full cycle .. Full ******.. Pressed in a Deep state.. Full idol..
Forgot how to fight back.. Forgot what gave me my power.. In land full of fake light.. I gain my powers from the Son.. The One... So I'm walking out the flame.. Clearing out the smoke.. Back in tho the shine.. Back to saving folk...
Well.. Back to all the girls.. Back to night time... I'm just a Psychosuperhero... Trying save the World...
I wake up every morning hoping to be the man I would find worthy enough for my mother...
This is for you...
I don't know what's in store for me, but you can see my heart... I pray that you guide me in the direction that leads to Your Will.. I ask for peace and comfort, strength and understanding....
It will all work out. It is in his Hands
From your eyes I see my soul...
For you look past my skin..
Connected at the roots...
Between God and Men..
I believe we can survive..
From the fruits you will supply..
For your soil is rich..
And you wings say you can fly..
You've already blessed me
beyond what I can feel..
This is an angels destiny..
I believe that you are real..
I believe in something still..
There was a time where I lost hope..
But that wound you have healed..
Connected beyond the flesh..
On a different conquest..
I can make a change..
I can be my best..
From just your love on my side..
I feel so alive..
For I can see my soul in your eyes..
And it tells me We'll never die...
I'm sick... With a sin...
I can't get rid of...
I'm so deep pressed
With a weight I struggle to lift
I lie to myself...
In a bed of thorns ..
I am the rose ...
Waiting to be killed
I'm the name
I don't know the difference any more...
I thought I found heaven..
But I realized Im still alive...
Or maybe I been closed my eyes...
I just never made it to the sky......
We are Hurt....
We are Fed Up....
We are proud...
We are Beautiful....
We are Not The Negatives...
We are Baltimore....