Running from the past, running from frustration, from underestimation.
I’m working to build an empire of love and yet it seems it’s about to all go up in flames.
Failure, I didn’t know so much, not worth the risk of a new dawn.
I’m continuously fighting while being pacified by ‘I love’ and support you.
Seems the only support I received was an exit from the womb.
Where do I run when I have no one,
I’m here for everyone else but myself.
Seems to step up into the next level,
I need help but where do I run?
Mother crazy, father absent, and yet to pick up the pieces I’m going to need someone’s help.
Frustration at the inability to provide for myself,
this year I’ve been working as hard as I can to climb, to rise.
Seems like people like it when I’m down, but I refuse to fail.
My heart is supposed to be open but now I see nothing but obstacles,
frustration and limitations.
Waking up after the high, my reality looks bare but I ask god for faith, for the light to give way to my path, London, more specifically Hult.