Finding the real me
I cant possibley see
Me changing
Being nice insted of raging
Look at the positive
Insted of focousing on the negative
Sticking to myslef
Not worrying about the fake welth
Relizing fake friends
And whos gon talk aboutcha in the end
Just focoused on me
Aint worried about we
Still a fool
Fallin for these tools
But that apart of like
Jesus christ
Hes my savior
And its him a favor
I found when being myself
I dont need that typa help
From MaryJane
Use to help me keep sane
Now I find thats what hurt
Me failing school was the worst
Aint really learned
I dont know what I use to yearn
Accetence? Loyalty? Peace?
All I use to do was sleep
Cause dreams were better than reality
Sometimes wanting that fatality
Not wanting to accept the truth
But you have to get to the root
To be able to get better
Now I have no choice writing this letter
Thinking about how stupid I was
I was just a little scrub
Now im changing
Not fully there but im ranging
This is all so crazy
My mind is getting less hazy