NEW FOLD (Outro)

Yeah, uh I'm indirectly feeling blamed I'm indirectly feeling shamed I'm indirectly still amazed at how my passion still the same How I'm learning all the secrets to the game When I speak, revealing pain When I speak, revealing change just so y'all are entertained And y'all should feel ashamed 'cause you require more I'm giving life to art while it's the very thing I'm dying for Distorted memories of me before I wrote a rhyme or Lied for my pride, forgetting what I was designed for Now I push myself out of bed at 3 AM Sheets sunk in sweat, I'm worried 'bout my life and where I been Anxiety levels rising, I'm thinking "Brother, not again" Phone charging, I reach over, I dial and call a friend But nobody picking up I realise I'm all alone and that it sucks but I'm dropping to my knees, I'm using prayer as a crutch Cup overflowing, God if it's your will, let it be done but Growing up we wasn't privileged Growing we had to eat in smaller portions 'Cause the food and cash was limited Everyday was a new predicament Predicted it when I would go to sleep watching my mom disfigured And I figured that the alcohol would trigger him I trickle in, tryna grab a pad and pen Then again, isolate myself, and play the beat and get to scribbling my feelings And I visited a place where dreams is possible and bigger than Life itself and what my mom and family was living in Self-limited, self-centred and undisciplined Inhibited, unforgiving and this the behaviour that I elicited Committed it, so growing up I had the underdog mentality "It's me against the world" wasn't no fallacy Analogies I had in my head led to insanity Expressed myself like no one listening, using profanity Crazy