Scars Video (MV)

Everything I feel in my mind isn't real
Things that I see with my eyes concealed
By traumas of past , getting locked up in a cell
There was bitches that turned witches ah made my life hell
But I've ditched people now I know are toxic
I was thinking we were tight, but my mind it'd be boxed it
Flew into a tornado of emotion
That made colours bluer plunging deeper in the ocean
But the snitches I've hurt and wastegyals that used me
For my D made my heart start feeling kinda woozy
But stronger than before, now I'm not breaking the law
To impress fake faces, so many I saw
Embraced the power of my mind but still a bit mad
That I damaged people's souls just trynna make myself seem bad
Am I sad about it NO cause it happened like it did
For a reason that seemed like it was always hid
From the vision of the people, till I got on the mic
Till I started writing verses when I was in psych
Locked up in a place cuffed and bruised I couldn't move
Anywhere didn't care I knew my music would improve
Mentally renewed, I'm a credible dreamer
Eventually I'll face all the f*cked up things I've seen and I
Know I gotta write it all down before it leaves
This padlocked brain of mine I would never wear short sleeves
Cause the scars all over me, might fade away
But the bars imma write are the thoughts imma convey
To the ones of you that wanna hear what I'm thinking about
Before I disappear absorb myself in this black-out
There's an essence of a presence in my spine I can feel
Clippets of scriptures relevant but is God real?
Who the f*ck am I to know, cause I've only got like five
Senses or is it few more I'm not sure if I'm even alive
This existence could be a complex simulation
Aliens in the distance running their investigation
Of what these twisted demons inside humans are capable of
So much hate around contrasts yet unshakable love
For the minority that never let you down
For the homies that propose to be there when you break down
Into pieces into shards only few stuck by my side
I just wanted to discard all these memories inside
My constant moaning bout why it went wrong
Was the kinda tone I wanted to be setting in this song
Could've been all about her but it's better that it isn't
Every kitty likes to pur, I know no-one that liked prison
Forgiven by God who serves biscuits in a dish
But blinds us with fog to confuse all the fish
Rainy days made it easy to be lazy
Wishing there'd be changes even rhyming getting lazy
Who likes nights in cells? hands up if you know that well
Keep your f*cking hands up if you're mentally unwell
And you know what it's okay to say you're not great
Speak Up call a friend even if it's a little late
The visions I've described are the ones in my mind
No meds they prescribed me helped me to unwind
That signed piece of paper that I'm holding in my hand
Is another f*cking reason to spend money on a brand
Glaxo Pfizer Bayer are creating all these victims
Could be you could be anyone that trusts in any shrink limbs
Weak feeling feeble, drifting all alone
Time to refill diesel cross the next milestone
In my life I'll power through and I fight for what I want
I saw a waitress at a local restaurant
She didn't seem happy so I asked her what's wrong
That made her day now that's the end of my song