This is My truth

Here lies the keys to my insanity

Money, Lust and vanity

what about the pain handed me?

From the Heavens damning me.

Looking back I'd do this again.

Even those stretches I did in the pen.

I was a loser born to win.

So I chose not to give in.

I was underestimated

So I chose to be self educated

them off brands hate it

because this gangster turned scholar made it

Never mind the hell I've been through, or the pain I've endured.

Is it true? Is the pen truly mightier than the sword?

Because I see Armageddon.

Before I see my own weddin'.

I don't even know where I'm Headin'

Probably hell before Heaven.

Holy water and crucifixes

Can't stop this curse of boils and blisters

It's really probably senseless

because the rapture had already missed us

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Hated instead of admired.

I can already feel hell fire

I'm a sinner and born liar

Why a peasant and not a king?

Why do I dream all these schemes I dream?

Why do I wash but never clean?

This is my truth... What a hellava thing