MISUNDERSTOOD

i wish my words could be brought to life bc then i would use my last breath- bc i have nothing left- fed up with the fake smiles while they throw dirt on my chest- screaming i’m the forsaken- take a second n listen,picture this same forsaken saving a girl hanging from the same slip knot she used to tie off with her shoe laces- in many cases i’ve been a persons angel n have them a second chance- even though they cried spitting words in my face like razors cursing my name- usually i won’t say shit bc it’s not my lane- but them same people labeling me the tainted n danmed- r the same waking up in the morning lonely cold from the pain or dope sick,broke,shaking out for 10 dollars to get the day started- faded,how can u hate me for doing the same things u do i jus move in a better way- obviously this has been eating at me n renting space- remember this,it’s the closes one to u holding the blade when ur betrayed n u can feel the color in ur face turning grey- i’m never gonna change no matter what they call me i will always keep it 100- wether i’m cleaned up or bugging- all my cards r in the open no gimmicks no jokes- raw,so for anyone that knows me knows exactly where they stand-