Knives and guns

The feeling of having your back against the wall. The thought of being under attack. The emotions of being lost in psychosis. The after math of death threats

Look I know I didn't say the whole truth and nothing but it -

Been down this road not once not twice this is thirds and I'm
Coming for fourths

Back to the wall eyes to the sky knees and hands praying to god
Are you there ?
I need rope , I need a helping hand

Taking the rope from my neck , loosening the grips of addiction
Hope is dwindling at the burnt wick of my candle -

They tried to and I lied but we did what we did
Now we move
We move and they move , the wheels stopped - I didn't

Look I almost jumped off my balcony , I almost gave in.

I ate my s**t swallowed my pride , flushed my dignity
Watched my future go down the drain , f**k am I insane ?
Buying knives walking around the city
Scared , fear of my life
Death threats , extortions and being accused of actions I had no part of.

Almost jumped , did I jumped , you know I jumped

Look my actions are inexcusable , I know. I am not proud of what I did.

Crack - it's hella of a drug 😘