Traumatic Memories

Imagine experiencing sexual things you can't talk about Because that threaten to kill somebody if you run your mouth I been a prisoner trapped in my own mind My thoughts be politicking like sponsored them I didn't have a father at two years old I think when he left, that's when the story started to unfold Pain never looked this good, yeah, oh Some days, I deal with depression Look to God, for my direction Can't do the things I use to do I can't f*ck with you Some days I take pictures Because I know they say a thousand words My heart and my mind be in a debate Trying not the be the one y'all would hate Because I know, I gotta live with the scars But my pain, has gotten me this far I didn't have a father at two years old I think when he left, that's when the story started to unfold