I remember back in 04
Gained a few traits i ignored
When put to the test
I would and still explode
Funny when you got the power to  foreshadow
But you still not prepared for the glass to shatter
Been like that all my life
I take circumstances in strife
I’ve tried to better the bitter within me
But you can’t straighten a crooked tree
I’ve always said and always will there’s two inside me
One with the heart of pure gold, working hard to go anywhere but south
And then that bitch with cold blood,  tense hands and a slick mouth
I’ve yet to mature, I know this
If I did I could forgive those that have betrayed me
But I know, that bitterness will rumble forever inside me
I’d rather hit the casket true then turn blue trying to forgive you.

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