7 Years

Seven years, I've been washed behind my tears like seven years

Tryna write off the cost of my fears, seven years

Long roads on edge, wandering, will the fog ever clear, another year

Round the clock, tick tick, the sphere spins faster, seven years

Displayed true pain, lost gain, hate and laughter, seven years

In the same lane, still mashing, still after

Life chasing, death waiting, mind open

My heart closing, soul, colorfully rich but my art broken

Perfect for the hopeless, sauce lost in my focus, hocus pocused, Hoe

Who or how I'm supposed to be, slash believe in anybody but me

To speak facts relieved, when far from the feeds