--- Freestyled by k. Rouw Shudder my adult soul When facing this Adolescent me, the part of me that used to be... That, part of "then," that stitched meaning behind the misery leaving scars with purpose drivin' history. This isn't a story, it’s the moment bridging the gap, giving up guts for glory. Gossips speak our tell the tale of the war-torn folklore. even when they bring up the shot-out shoes we wore, or about us being poor—. two hood-born homies. We let our hate be the fuel, feeding our torches to the fire inside, strike back...by speaking light of how they've tried to break us down im fine Leaving us to pick up the pieces believe we've battled on the field with angels and demons." Survivor's guilt rebirth from the ashes of ghosts turning into stone cold cut throats, With an accelerant smoke based on "believe, faith, hope— that's excellent," a little inside joke set precedent for a hundred-foot growth. For all my loved ones, the ones who put in work even when it hurt, now we can rub their noses in it, show them they come first. The past No need for a cure, presently more than enough proud and sure. dedicated to devour the future... --