Bruises

Yeah

Came from a broken home

Solved everything with violence

Lately iv'e been living in a household run by tyrants

Like David to Goliath

I been sleeping with the lions

I ain't slept in two weeks got bags under both eyelids

Wishing I could drift away

And wash up on an island

Secluded on my own

'Cause I'm done with all the fighting

Ma kept throwing fists

While my dad dipped like a bitch

Had no method to express myself

I finally found my niche

Locked inside my room

While I'm working on the craft

Had no method of escape

So I drift away with the raps

Grab the microphone

And write a beat just like a raft

But until the day that I leave

I'll take the pain and just adapt

This is the aftermath of twelve years of beatings

Mind laced with scars

With no chance of receding

Sheltered away

Writing till my pen cracked in two

Jotting down the memories

Of being beaten black and blue

Bruises on my arm

Bluer than the sky is

Mom used to grab the makeup

Just to fucking hide them

Called out for help

But no one ever offered it

Only way to numb the pain

Is whenever I'm off some shit

Pick the pen up

And start painting my canvas

Lost trying to find my way

With the map of Atlas

So I'll take my fears and place them on a podium

Keep facing the opium

Until I find my utopia

So id'e rather be out like a cruise ship

And keep jotting down lines 'bout these bruises

And keep jotting down lines 'bout these bruises

And keep jotting down lines 'bout these bruises