Chapter I

Dont be so hard on yourself... You got it, bro you doin well... Can't keep living in the past... Your life isnt that bad... It could always be worse... You can call me if it hurts... And remember if nothing else... Talking to somebdoy helps... Fuckin pay attention nigga, Think before you act and fuckin listen nigga, Lessons I been taught since just a little nigga, But shit goes out the window post yo sentence, nigga, I can't make sense of it, Falters I been suffering about, Shoulda made my high school sweetheart my spouse, Instead I wanna run the streets, I aint won a single 400, Shit depressing, coming home, the only soul up in this house, Jealousy in watching y'all succeed, Only those with ambitions similar to me, Sometimes that gets exciting, heart pumping, Mind racing, start going, making projects that I promise on, but never come to be, Other times, that shit hit my soul, Niggas half my age blow, while I'm at home, It make a nigga wonder if I'm even worth something, And if nothing else, why the f*ck I aint got my foot up in the door, Insecurity in trust, Everytime I open up, I get fucked up, So excuse my failing liver, I open up to this liquor, She won't f*ck my emotions, so she can take any organ of choice with her, I be struggling with confidence, Comparing inexperience to their accomplishments, On some honest shit, can I chase my passion to get my dollars in, That's all I want from them, I get down and depressed, questioning success, Knowing I can't just sit on my ass gaining stress, Overthinking, dreaming how I'm not doin my best, Forget to write or confess, and the cycle begets, I be mad at the fact that I keep moving bed times, They say, dont rush your greatness, I'm avoiding dead time, My only real fear, is not being of clear mind, And feeling that I did nothing with life by my deadline. Bruh Dont be so hard on yourself... You got it, bro you doin well... Can't keep living in the past... Your life isnt that bad... It could always be worse... You can call me if it hurts... And remember if nothing else... Talking to somebdoy helps... Man, ion wanna hear that shit, Save ya breath and spare the empty promises, Or act on it instead of always claiming shit, Eventually, imma get tired of waiting, and I wont even say nothing, I been let down so many times, That I just lose faith in any affirmation, Apologies if something in there doesn't rhyme, But im coming from the soul, not to simply have a fuckin conversation, Past events that I been let go, And two demons on me, retro and scenario, One of em remind me bout the past, times when I was down bad, And the other tell me where I'd be if I had better chose, Snapping my mental Achilles heel, There aint no pill in the world to make my dura heal, Something in me know that they gon dampen what I feel, Till i'm sapped, the container sealed, and without a way to peel, I make stupid mistakes, and get pissed at the things, Had I gave it more mind, maybe outcomes would change, Ion break down, I break, never speak on my pain, It feel like everytime I try on it, the outcomes the same, I be trying hard to reach the surface 'foe I drink, Cus taking liquid when Im under only make me sink, But maybe what I need is to drift the deep, Towards the ink, prolong the blink, and rest and think and- Dont be so hard on yourself... You got it, bro you doin well... Can't keep living in the past... Your life isnt that bad... It could always be worse... You can call me if it hurts... And remember if nothing else... Talking to somebdoy helps...