TRAUMA

Anxiety's like a leaf on a tree, it comes and it goes

Says bye for a season until it blooms and it grows

Trauma's like the root from the seed, it grips and it holds

You can never just rip it out, it leaves a scar in your soul

People laugh at pigmentations, color leaves that'll grow

Some days I'm very yellow, orange next time I show

I didn't pick the type of leaf I got, I meet the crop, I'm dealt, a lot I felt

I'm often in hell, I'm done with myself

I'm living in jail, my life in a cell, I fight with the devil, I been a rebel

Hyping thе self, chasing the wealth, what do I do? That's what I been taught

Whеn I was in school, they told me to choose career that I'll pay, take me away

Not what I want, at least I'll be safe, I'll never be happy, at least I'll be paid