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Blood on my hands, blood on my wrist yeah Fighting the pain, clenching my fist yeah Y'all probably saying "How did he get here?" I recollect while I sit here Nothing is going right Dreaming that my demons is on sight Maybe I've been living the wrong life Project building [?] I'm just one of many children Raised by the system, pops was a victim We didn't wanna sell but they was 'bout to evict him And his whole family, momma got trama from drama, it's insanity Recently she been strung out, caught her where the drug dealers hung out She seen me and ran like shots rung out Just a matter of time before the block come out And tell me I'm a crack baby, I need a gat maybe I'm only 15, it's that crazy Blood on my hands, blood on my wrist yeah Fighting the pain, clenching my fist yeah Y'all probably saying "How did he get here?" I recollect while I sit here Grandma say life is precious but I can't stand it I ain't living life, I'm doing life on the planet I got a friend in my head that understand it That voice taking control, I call her Janet, nah Letras de cancionesSchizophrenic I just see the real things Can it be therapeutic to kill things? Especially when they become a burden Like that little kid that could never get a word in Never getting love, never been deserving Well hopefully they clap when it's closed curtains I'm so certain I ain't finna grow I don't wanna breathe, I just wanna go (What?) Blood on my hands, blood on my wrist yeah Face of disgrace, I promised I wouldn't drip tears Small heart, big fears Looking in the mirror, this is it yeah Never thought I'd be my own killer Mom's dealer gave me something that'd numb the filler Every bit of the pain, the wall and floor stained Been in this bathroom for about an hour Grandma sleep, she thinking I'm in the shower But by the time she wake up, no more drama Just nerve damage and nirvana A step closer to death, I feel calmer, I feel purpose At home it's easy to feel worthless The knife I used is laying on the floor [?] satisfied, I done tried before I'm to everything that I saw Then I feel somebody opening the door Blood on my hands, blood on my wrist yeah Family screaming, damn my demons got me Prayer couldn't stop me, heaven dropped me Now I suffer Grandma calling for my mother She don't want me but I love her Sorry to my baby brother, no more pain, I got you covered All this bleeding, fucked the tub up Grandma lift me, thought I hovered [?] gotten tougher Pop I love you So much shit I needed from you Hope I didn't disappoint you It was either this or join you in that prison Grandma gripping my small body telling me to hold on Her palms so soft make me wanna stay strong Her eyes watering wonder where we went wrong By the time they cared I was gone From Letras Mania