This wasn’t a passing phase, no pump faking or a shot in the dark
I can say with every ounce of my being hardcore has got my heart
Pigeon holed and sabotaged myself in the vein of keeping it tried and true, good or bad that’s my cross to bear I’m here getting busy where the fuck are you. Wanna point the finger but there’s no one in front of me. Just staring at a mirror wondering which face I’ll see
Which I’ll See