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11 through 12
When you look in the luminous glow of temptation ending in the dark constantly chasing pavements,
you can seal it
tie it to the ceilin
But that still won't contain it,
11 through 12 is like the kid whose begs his mom please
but its also the needle that continues to make her bleed
Its the obvious and the naive
Its your highest point and the lowest all intervened
Its those people who say they'll always be there but don't give a shit about your dreams,
Just a selfish individual, please take it literal because they all about me, but when 'me' isn't enough they steady out here making scenes
but you fail ? Its my fault and I changed up?
I don't care about my city ? Cus you got a hard punch ?
I disappeared for awhile all of sudden there's no trust
11 through 12 shows you the real and the fake stuff
So your comparison is only endeavored in the reality you live off of.
It put me in a place where disgrace was married to addiction, the irony of that made me write this composition, its the realization that making it out does not make you remember it, the struggle of contradiction, being a renegade afraid to say you're a Christian, or rather being committed to a life that's not intended,
It taught me to ask why be unhappy ? Because I have to do what I'm told to? What if I enjoy kissing the valley of death ,but also doing what I'm supposed to?
And maybe if I would've lived this way earlier, a knife would've have opposed to
Taking you away and ruining my life in and making it slower to improve
It taught me that Iust is only the temp, that awaits in a happily married Mans room
it taught me trust don't trust lust so love only imagines what's to come soon, but see 11 through 12 trapped me in a room, to consume someone I've been wanting to pursue , it gave us everything but the door open to a gloom, and boom!
Reality strikes but now interests begin to bloom, into the pursuer but forgets the person that's pursued
empty handed I must say? But a life lesson to get through.
It taught me that people believe in me, even if I don't see it,
To retrieve it not receive it, put the homies on shoulder so they can guide me through this cement.
11 through 12 blinded me completely but also opened up my mind, let it work for its self and let the pieces fall in line,
It said to not always worry for the execution of fate will surely come in time, it told me to be crazy, but also showed what would happen if I loose my mind, the repercussions of this discussion would only discover a better way to handle my own shit! To never let me depend on a life that needs a fix
11 through 12 taught me to fail in hopes one day I would prevail ,it taught me to select in retrospect shit that helps myself.
I didn't escape I survived and i know you can to,
You're only limited to the ceiling, but the ceilings limitations are on you.
