When will I break the cycle, Put a Halt to this spiral, Suicidal thoughts on my mind, Confronted by the heart with desire of survival, Caged and claustrophobic, I feel I can't breathe, It's the hard way out this life, That's why I choose not to leave, Imagine that ?? Vision it, 12 inch Army blade pressed against my throat, Battling with voices in my head, Telling me " You won't slit" Motherfucking bitch your too pussy to finish this, "Quick Rick, It's a quick slice to end all this shit, I can't believe I'm taking advice from my consciousness, Subconsciously I know deep down that every action will have a consequence, But I still manage to fuck up an do stupid shit without realising the seriousness ! Maybe it's just me and I'm just dumb as fuck, Period ! Or maybe it's true what my pops says about life. Maybe I've just not got enough experience, Pops says Self-discipline no harm in obedience, Funny man is my old man but he will never make no comedian, I assure myself that I'm doing jus fine, Brace myself for that brave front, But I'm crumbling to pieces deep down inside, They can't handle ma deepest, But I always pick myself up even at my weakest, If ya can't handle the deepest find solace in Jesus, He's the only one who can help battle those demons of evil,