Dead and dusted

I’ve been serving time for my crimes,

Off a self imposed prison sentence,

In my room as I lay thinking

Bout the second sentence.

Walls explode, self implode,

As I sit and question,

Everything that I did,

Never wishing,

On the same fate

And the self hate,

That I’ve been witness,

In the same way

That I’ve been living

Never said nothing wrong,

I’ve been making

Demons in my head,

They keep saying,

I ain’t worthy,

I ain’t worth a dime,

Being born in this world

Was a crime,

Keep on trying,

You’ll never get it right,

Now I sit and question

Everyone, everything,

All lies in disguise,

I’mma kill these demons

Leave them lying

In my head,

Dead and dusted.