My Life Pt. II

I came back carrying smoke inside my bloodstream

Another black confession hidden in the drumbeat

The city's full of martyrs nobody remembers

Just candle wax and chalk outlines in December

The television feeds delusion to the masses

While pastors trade salvation for designer fabrics

And every child raised online learns fear before compassion

A generation medicated into passive habits

I seen addicts kneel beside the liquor store at sunrise

Begging Heaven for a reason not to end life

While billionaires discuss morality at banquets

With blood soaked hands hidden beneath white napkins

My life became a corridor of empty faces

Everybody searching for God in temporary places

Through lust through violence through narcotics and applause

But every false idol still collapses in the dark

The doctrine of greed got engraved into the culture

Now every friendship got conditions and ulterior motives

Nobody loves until the cameras start recording

Nobody helps unless attention comes awarded

I still remember classmates talking about revolvers

Like death was just another trend to post about tomorrow

The schools taught obedience but never taught emotion

So broken minds kept drowning silently in oceans

I watched good women lose faith inside abusive homes

Watched young men become monsters cause they felt alone

And every politician spoke with silver tongues

While burying the poor beneath inflation and corruption

The air smells like burnt hope and cheap cologne

Like broken promises stitched into concrete roads

Every apartment got depression in the wallpaper

Every mirror reflects exhaustion and anger

Sometimes I think the end already happened quietly

And we're just ghosts pretending everything is fine to see

Cause nobody blinks when another mother cries

Another overdose another televised lie

My life turned into scripture for the hopeless youth

A blackened gospel written from unbearable truths

I speak for every soul society discarded

Every shattered heart still beating through the darkness

I don't chase fame no more I seen what it creates

Empty eyes hidden behind platinum and praise

Famous people dying slowly inside penthouses

While fans romanticize collapse like entertainment

The priests told me temptation comes from Lucifer

But power made more demons than the Devil ever did

Cause evil don't arrive with horns and burning skin

Sometimes it wears a suit and calls itself a president

Still I walk through ruins with a fragile faith

Still searching for a pulse beneath the human race

And if redemption's real beyond this cursed existence

I pray the lost find peace before the world goes missing