My heart turns cold
As my destiny unfolds,
I got the blood of a king
So my tears are rose gold,
My crown grows mold
As my thrown grows old
So many stories untold
When I left GhettoSoul,
I struggled for a hint
As my walks became sprints,
I came upon 2 paths,
I chose the one with no footprints,
I was lost in a maze,
Then minutes turned to days,
Over a year goes by
And still stuck in my ways ,
Looked desperately for a sign
Before I lost my mind,
I was about to give up hope
Suddenly felt a tap from behind,
I turned around, no ones there,
Looked up and down in so much fear
But It was only my conscience
Telling me “you don’t belong here”,
Retreated back through the confusion,
It was all just an illusion,
Now I’m sitting here with this pen
Preparing myself to use it,
I stare down at the pad,
The ink ready to burst out,
Then my visions comes rushing back
After that long ass drought.