6nStonez

Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak Now there's hesitation in my tone when I try to speak Days in isolation tryna cope with the spite in me As if it made sense to be alone when you cry and weep Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak When I said that I was fighting demons I was fighting me What else would you get when you mix fire with anxiety And sobriety, or lack thereof Those you love hurt you most so why would I share love? I done let me lose it all and I did not care once Cuz, what'll come is meant to come And what if wasn't never 'nough Want to try to, never done it Karmic Cycles, check circumference Wrongs'll bite you, left you hungry Wrong or right you, said and done it The universe is you inversed ya human first It's you versus you, you searching who determines who to hurt The proofs in work, certain moves burn from improving, accruing worth It's in you to get to doing it, moving til you emerge Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak Now there's hesitation in my tone when I try to speak Days in isolation tryna cope with the spite in me As if it made sense to be alone when you cry and weep Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak When I said that I was fighting demons I was fighting me What else would you get when you mix fire with anxiety And sobriety, or lack thereof What you find? A self authoring mind Niggas so pressed to fuel the flame they got lost in the fire Once set ablaze it's uncontainable, awfully wild How quickly things can get away from you sparking a lie I took a step back in the cave chasing darkest desires I couldn't step to all the thangs that I wanted to find But making lessons out of pain is a part of the grind You gotta step out of the shade if you wanting to shine Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak Now there's hesitation in my tone when I try to speak Days in isolation tryna cope with the spite in me As if it made sense to be alone when you cry and weep Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak When I said that I was fighting demons I was fighting me What else would you get when you mix fire with anxiety And sobriety, or lack thereof