The Tortured Poet Returns

The tortured poet has returned to cause chaos on the page With a pen full of ink that is sharper than Michael Myers blade This is about to get horrific and bloody it's not for the weak minded I was forced to live with dark thoughts, but now I keep rhyming I've learned to not listen to the opinions of the people who discredit the caterpillar, but praise the butterfly I refuse to bring laughter to people who didn't want to know about what I suffered inside As a teen I had dreams of a hug from my dad, or being another guy So I sat alone in my room inside of the children's home Feeling alone Writing lyrics while listening to Eminem became my building zone I don't know what they're authorising but this authors writing Slaughtering and torturing Causing chaos to everything you're organising Been through some times which were traumatising I'm just trying to survive in this world I was born to die in I got back up and cleaned my wings anytime I fell short with flying I promise that I will have killed my demons and beat depression by the time the morgue is arriving This isn't a game, there isn't a slot where you can make a quarter slide in No buttons for you to push to stop this rhyming monster Even Jason Voorhees finds him bonkers I'll climb and conquer With a heart of pain and mind of vodka a pen full of ink that can't run out My lyrics won't be dumbed down Inspired by Rakim, Nas, Eminem and Big Pun I'm now facing everything I once hid from Speak your mind, because no one will respect the fence you sit on The lost kid Who became a Hip-Hop head Starting to appreciate the fact I'm not dead Time to start a new journey because some of my bridges have been burned I've fell back in love with the pen, so you could say the tortured poet has returned