Woke up with the weight of the world on my chest
Tried to smile but the mirror confessed
I been running from the silence, it holler the loudest
Empty bottles on the counter, still drownin’ the doubters
Mama said keep your head up, but the ceiling feel low
Dreams turn to nightmares when the money don’t show
I was 16 with a chip and a pistol in reach
Now I’m 26 still fighting the demons beneath
Cousin caught a case, now he facing the state
I was riding shotgun, now I’m riding with fate
Every win got a loss ridin’ shotgun behind it
Every dollar got a body trying to claim it, can’t hide it
I been praying but the heavens on mute
I been changing but the old me still shoot
Tried to love but the trust got fractured
Tried to heal but the pain got backwards
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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