I hope my sentence is grim Stabbed a man in the back After all My father's in me His eyes His hands, his unclean blood All I've feared Right in the mirror I grew up in an arson Thought that was how should be When was quiet, I Missed the burning in my room The world was silent But I brought the fire with me And the violence And the legacy's weighing my back Breaking up my bones Those you couldn't break Was this supposed to be great? Make me stronger, a survivor When all I feel is a waste? And a mass destroyer Now they touch me Like a thing, now don't touch me Armored, grew used to it But still feeling their hands on me No one can trust me and I can trust nobody Running after death, the word flies They all know by now That she doesn't want me there The dreams I have I know they aren't truth But I'm waiting Like it would start over again This faceless crowd Expecting me to fail again But I know Now there's not enough room for me I grew up in a cardboard In such a small place No one fitted there There was no room for them all I alone took up all the little space we had I thought "how the world's small" In a big room I missed the grip I had I filled every room in my house 'til no one could fit No one but me