As I sit down with this pen and pad, I revisit my past
The point where my life was done without class
Didn’t realize how rough it looked, even from the inside
But I dragged this poor body along for the ride
Busted knee, nerve twitches, random heart pains later
I sit here as a 27 year old, knowing I need to cater
To my body needs to heal and recover
Because it’s the only one I have, can’t afford another
But let’s get back to the price paid in life for being Los
The torture paid in my life by being so close
To all those whose opinions matter the most
But the fact is that each one of them still hold a special place
No matter how much I try to deny that fate
When I sit back and the mind drifts, it drifts back to all the pain
Caused by many attempts in my life to change the game

–inspired by Vybe Beatz – Red Lipstick

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