I chose my own path and left home without a road-map
dressed for sunshine should’ve known better to pack
for those days that would turn rainy cold and black
yeah i heard the stories but i didn’t know the facts
i assumed all was perfect from the photographs
til the light hit the surface to exposed the cracks
what’s worse than not knowing if you’re still on track?
paranoid having thoughts about turning back
I’ve seen dreams transform into the worst disease
and i almost let the doubt kill my will to succeed
but i traveled too far to turn around and leave
get angry, pound my fists in the ground and bleed
i’ll never break my credence, sit at a table with thieves
tricks up they sleeves saying how my music should be
i’ll keep on with the prophets and buildin with Grieves
knowing one day i’ll prove what i’ve always believed
eventually, i know that day will be seized..
By Kublakai - The Room We Hide In
Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. Fuck them all.
By Self advice, E.B. (via hardcore)