My Spirit

Everyone feels like they wanna die sometimes. It's what we do to overcome these doubts that defines us. Some aren't lucky enough to realize this until it's too late...

They dressed my coffin in velvet and gold

Fed me silence in verses I wrote

My pain walks in shadows they sold

I bled truth in a tongue they can't quote

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I was carved from the marrow of martyrs and bricks,

Where angels sleep under syringes and sticks,

My halo is tarnished, my gospel encrypted,

Every verse is a ghost the regime never scripted.

My father was hunger, my mother was war,

I was raised by the scream through a rusted steel door,

Taught peace was a fable for men who conform,

But I saw gods get gunned down in corporate reform.

Depression ain't tears, it's a fog made of names,

Tattooed on the lungs of the broke and the shamed,

I saw hope crucified in a suit with a chain,

While the children of lead whispered Psalms in the rain.

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They dressed my coffin in velvet and gold

Fed me silence in verses I wrote

My pain walks in shadows they sold

I bled truth in a tongue they can't quote

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I spit sermons in alleyways, scripture in flames,

Where the prophets wear hoodies and die with no names,

Where the Bible got redacted by capital gain,

And redemption’s a luxury paid out in shame.

They told me to heal but gave poison for wounds,

Put bars on my therapy, guards on my room,

Fed us trauma in film, and revenge in cartoons,

While they buried our ancestors under raccoon saloons.

Every tear is a relic, a prayer with a blade,

I mourn through graffiti, I riot in shades,

Got a heart full of coffins, lungs made of graves,

But my spirit's a cipher no algorithm tames.

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They dressed my coffin in velvet and gold

Fed me silence in verses I wrote

My pain walks in shadows they sold

I bled truth in a tongue they can't quote