Hell Bound

People say I am never fading, draw my life like a painting.

I keep thinking, about suicide, put those thoughts aside. And think about the upside.

Think about creating genocide, but that thought is out of sight.

Despite my height, I will fight, I will take flight.

So fuck you and your beliefs! I need to achieve relief.

I will achieve happiness, be a genius, nothing less.

Making progress, that is why it is called The Process. Trust me.

So it is success or bust, I will never be crushed.

Because I am hell bound, never drown.

Bitch I am hell bound, this is what I am all about.

I hit hard, harder than Mayweather,

My skill is more rare than rain in December.

I unleash terror with my temper.

By now it has been a while since I have had my first album out.

But without a doubt I will blackout and start to standout.

As frustration builds I build up my character like a hill.

So go fuck yourself I am never going downhill.

I am hell bound.

Gather around because I am hell bound.

I have gathered a crowd, now I am hell bound.

Recently I have been in a drought, but when I sprout I'll show you what I am about.

Sometimes people do not understand what it takes to be me.

I stress about money, who is in my company, if I am ugly.

Usually I am not happy, I am angry.

I am an eighteen year old without much control.

When I have an enemy I am on patrol.

Trying to reach my goals, going through loopholes, dealing with assholes.

I worry, I stress, I become overwhelmed, I do not need help.

I just need people to understand, I need to have things planned.

I demand of myself, that I expand into something more.

Something more than an eighteen year old with Autism.

What have I become?

Gather around because I am hell bound.

I have gathered a crowd just because I am fucking hell bound.