Sufferings First

Uprising

Always been told
I was a problem, problematic,
Bipolar, schizophrenia,
Rushing through my family
Genes.

Looking for hope
In the eye of a sinner,
Yet I still speak.

Everyone expecting
Me to spit a couple
Verses from the bible,
Breathing

Praying my future
Children's childhood
With be under the Lord's
Protection

Built-in tragedy,
Pimping out the verses
I could never speak.
Marking off my sufferings
Like carbonated walls.

Running for my sins
To be cleansed, with
The scars of survivor
To show like trophies.

Got the holy ghost
Watching over me.
Hands in pray to Lady
Guadalupe, becoming
Lady fatality.

Ignoring the pictures
You placed inside of me
Like a slap to reality.

Giving my hand to god,
My feet to the devil.
Crown of flowers empowering
Me like sex but im still virgin.

Buried six-feet in the ground,
Detoxing my mind of the devil's
Wonderland drugs.

Vodka in the hand of the queen,
Tarot cards in the mouth of the king,
Prays in the heart of the prince,
Pain in the soul of princess.

Carrying pain the soul ina future
Queen, so what do I carry?

Got Jesus in my heart
And the devil at my feet.
Wearing a heavy head,
With a sinners crown.