I’m starting to wonder if me sitting in my room
Laying in my bed
Is what it’s like being inside my head
It’s the perfect setting to overthink yourself into madness
Whichever you prefer
Since I was 7 I counted the walls the ceiling and the floor
I’d like to believe I paid my dues, being a prisoner here for this long
I deserve to be free.
Am I waiting for someone to give me a key?
No, one must be forged from within these walls
I unlock my mind with rhyme
Writing in ink and scribbling in paint
I create answers for questions that only I think
And I see clearer now, the choice has always been mine
To escape my mind I close my eyes and open my heart
And so it seems; I have been free all along