I was 15 listenin to masta ace/
Smoking zaza scars on my arms again/
Back then I went through some of my hardest days/
All the pain that remains gets laughed away/
I'm writin lyrics, tears hit the screen/
They say I'm famous that doesn't mean shit to me/
Cus most of my mates didn't live to see it/
The only time I get to see 'em's when in my dreams/
Things change when you make it big, all the fame and attention it takes a bit/
The past few months I've been through some crazy shit, I got to really find out who Taylor is/
I lost grip and I tripped and fell, I hit rock bottom, nobody wished me well/
Flashback stepdad used to grip the belt, cops knocking on my door they didn't ring the bell/


I was 16 listening to rhyme asylum
More scars on my arms, I don't try to hide 'em
All the shit that I've been through I'm traumatised/
That's why I'd rather be alone, yeah I like the silence/
My brother took his own life, I'm reaching out, looking up for a sign all I see is clouds/
Old friends see hi when they see me now, but it's hard for me to find things to speak about/
Old teachers drive past they wave and smile, looking back on my past it was crazy wild/
Watchin loved ones leave I had to rake the pile, let them bars sink in it might take a while/

I was 17 listening to Farma G
All the smoke in my lungs it was hard to breathe/
All the smoke in the room it was hard to see/
Am I happy? Am I sad? Should I laugh or scream?