Elijah by E.L.

My styles is heartless these teenage years having started this the whole world holding me down like a hostage I finally lost it I need to end it so I can leave this flipped out world and stop getting splifted my mind stay lifted off this knowledge I hold off them days of being fake and trying to be bold trying to be cold trying to crack that hold of this bad present life that's trying unfold. and until my death im a try and decode that code that hold people stupid as they grow old walk the streets with they mind not open but closed basic instructions before leaving earth finally story to be told peep it evil always reenters the heart Earth I was told the key to life is knowledge but all eyes is closed drugs fights and money is the clip that we load cause your mind is a gun empty the clip and reload be a leader and don't you take that road behind bars in pain and now paying the toll. working hard in a cage just to get that blow like serving fiends like a plow when you push that snow.still serving cane with a cane if you get that old. huh