My destiny

Destitute to be alone from young to grown, I’ll always try to soothe my heart with fantastic fantasy’s of her and me but the reality is crushing, ironically I’ve never been crushed on unless The was a fed or crippling depression, 

I’m destined to live my life behind my mask hiding the physical and metaphoric scars on my face and body I grew like Bain and the darkness helped mould me
Bathing in ugly sin it covers and coats my skin

All that’s left for me is an early grave or riding 20 in bin not 20 years of happiness and a house full of my kin folk, all the yung donnys round me want smoke like nitty hooked on coke these brudda could never have me on ropes,

I swear in my future I see no hope my fam look at me like I’m one fat joke and I swear the pain dose sink and soak I’m finding it hard to keep my head above water my life raft won’t float with all these holes,
Rest in peace to Lonely V1 Nobody loved him and he lays on these British shores rotting.