I seen the hope glimmer
And the smoke cleared
I rose from the concrete
Trickled through the slivers
Bitter like the winter
And the skies getting dimmer
Downed like the liquor
I need a helping hand
On the downward stairs
And on the ground is sand
Quick like the trigger
I'll just
Ill just keep the distance
I was foretold the future looking rose-tinted
I stay composed
Life'll float on
Just built the rowboat
I'm tryna move on
In due time
In due time
I'm all alone with the gloom
I got nothing to prove to you
My war wounds internal
I'm the hermit of this pit
It's pitch black
The burden on your back
I'm no good
Feel the pain in your neck
Where it should've been a chain at