Hell froze over the day I was born...
Birthed with a spirit gentle as God yet Satan runs thru the veins of my arm...
I try to be a good person but they say nice guys finish last...
I strive so hard for the present but only gift I get is to keep livin in the past...

I waived my white flag prayin that heartbreak and the pain of life would be over...
Yet I'm still stuck in limbo lookin up this hill pushin an emotional boulder...
My heart gets colder with every turned shoulder...
The blood in my heart is now a tundra when it used to boil over in a smolder...

Sometimes I feel as if I have nothin left...
Like I'm gasping for air due to the hole in my chest...
Maybe if someone tattooed me in the middle of their hands that would equate to a permanent start...
And I could build a condo within their palm creases and feel at home when they hold their hands to their heart...

Maybe then I could be lulled to sleep by the wind chimes that beat within their chest...
Instead of trying to block out the sound of bullets combusting from my eyes piercing thru Kevlar vests.
Every brick in my life is constructed of bitchful cement...
Like a claustrophobic tryin to live within four walls...instead drowning in concrete that's still wet.

I walk the streets in glass timbs that constantly shatter and cut so deep...
I bleed all sins from the depths of my arch...guess u can say I got Jesus feet...
I'm a shunned apostle...yearned to be stifled as I seek the subway to salvation...
But it seems as if I'm forever mislead and derailed to doors of damnation.

People say my internal beauty is angelic but how can one see radiance in the depths of these eyes?
Every lamentation of sorrow leaked is really hatred in disguise...
I cry for every child who was abused, and every woman who was used...
For every little boy who was told they would only amount to fill their worthless father's shoes...

I am the twinkle in an eye that most parents wished they coulda just blinked away...
Even in the embryonic stages I knew my life would consist of constantly chasing the clouds astray...
I have built skyscrapers of dissapointment where my retinas used to reside...
I am simply a ghetto prism...hoping to one day reflect a rainbow thru my eyes...

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