Architect

I'm the architect of futures, but my ‘blueprints are Flawed’

Every step I take builds a ‘tower,’ but the “grounds getting thawed”

I'm a 'Phoenix' In the

‘flames, but my ashes’

are the thing that speaks,

They whisper, ‘truths-’ that rise from the ruins of defeat

I'm the fire in the ice,

burning the 'coldest of fears'

But the ‘frost’ that surrounds me keeps my passion Unclear'

I'm the ‘iron in the fire, I heat the metal’ that could destroy debris,

Pressures on my chest, I forged in the ‘struggle’ bitch

That won't Stop me when I am about to crumble

Painting pictures with words, call it a ‘verbal van Gogh,’ nigga I'm

Cuttin' off ears, when i'm silencing some of my fucking Foes;

I'm in the dark Where there's never light, But my Determination to make it far, makes it glow

Been walked through the rain without an umbrella, but bitch the storm isn't even Cold

Each drops a battle but at least my heart will always be fucking bold

My feelings are hard to mess with, most of the time I can't let shit go

The mirrors cracked, but I'm still seeing my face,

The pieces Won't ever Fit back together, but I'm finding my place,

I learn at the slowest, pace, I know I failed,

There's a piece of hope, on the hook, but it's Bait, but I couldn't tell

Notice that I've been in the fire, but I'll never yell

With the weight in my chest, I'd rather keep it all to myself

Don't want anybody to worry, about how I weep and wail,

Or people to hurt me, for being weak and frail

Mindset to win, but it automatically restarts to fail,

Long enough to know where the shadows: the monsters; and the, pain, swell

But I rise to the heavens, I'm finally up above, Now I got a story to tell

Fought the demons that I've learned to dispel,

The nights were the hardest when I couldn't excel,

I made it through (obviously) you would have seen my Tortured Soul already in hell

The pressure was crushing, but I built, my fucking shell,

The demons inside tried to tear me apart,

They couldn't cause I held on to the angels and hope and I battled with without fists instead with my Heart

8.025 billion people in this world, but not one of them wanna be mine,

they just wanna hate, even from the start of my life

But my heart was RIPPED guess what, I didn't refuse to rebel

Why do I claim I'm some rapper, but I ain't nothing special

Each thought is like a dagger, Fuck, and every fucking movement is a personal hell,

My memories Are Very sentimental, like a suicidal spell

Can the Bible help me find a way out, through the pain and the strife,

Shining an awful Eigenlicht color, indicating that there's something wrong with my life

Drawing Terrible Conclusions about me Getting stabbed By a knife

Like I'm trapped in my thoughts, where the silence could fucking Kill

Each ‘Movement’ And moment I'm climbing the Mountains, reaching Uphi

Reached the summit with some fire, in my soul,

Now I stand unbroken, unshaven, but i'm Not standing whole,

Most my life is crazy serious, it's revolved in a blackhole,

I problem Solve with polypyrrole,

3.14% of my life is in a loophole, got my

M64, bout to shoot, Cause I'm out my, zone

Killer instinct’ Well that's All I know,

My Fitz Dynamite-

Everytime I Hit shit it Explodes,

My Visions I have, Are fucking

Tipsy,

I'm starting to see Giants getting Squashed by ants

Or me Getting Coke, instead of drinking Pepsi

Lethal Injections makes me so fucking hypsi

Stepping stones, But Each Step the Rocks Trip me

Split the bread For my brothers, but i forgot that niggas, are fake as shit They can't even share a fifty

Got the ak on deck, I'll shoot it Quickly