An unwanted work of Art

I'm writing this with so much pain in my heart tears in my eyes

Forgive me ma this songs a guilt trip in disguise

You've been asking how am I doing to be honest not fine

If you were on my facetime youd know I was lying

I'm so tired and it's not even late evenings

But I've been trying to survive fuck all the fake feelings and faith teachings

And everybody tell you they love you but with changed meanings

But who am I to say these things

So I ain't killing my dreams, I'm just livin it

The media can shut the fuck up coz I ain't believing shit

That you tell me Or tryna sell me,

Somebody sold their soul but I ain't tryna sell it