Hold ya Head

Hit after hit betrayal began at birth I live in distrust.

Every breath I take get harder and the air I take in seems very light.

The weight of my body fall away as if I was lifting up to the sky.

My eye’s turn back into my head as I flee to another place.

Everything around me fades away but I can still see.

The earth as I look down on it my spirits race back down into me.

Then I awaken the new me my third eye hold my head.