It’s 4:32
And This is my diary
Thoughts so unobtainable
My deepest regrets
Darkest nightmares
Discourse
Analysing my life
The sit downs and get highs
My actions
My reactions
I was stuck in this trap
It’s just a cycle
Uni and endorphins they’re just rivals
Mixed together that’s potent
Oh I know
I wrote my name on some death notes
Now no more!
This is for me
I felt this pain
Words like bullets
Through and through
Boy they’ve done their rounds
Hard truth so profound
Blue lights
The highs and lows
And doing things properly
Library everyday
I know my God got me
I hear I will succeed
I write it so it’s conceived
Birth of some nations
In this up state of mind
Empire it’s all mine
3:19 the next day
Eyes all hazed
I ain’t shinning
I’m just stressing
Stuck here wondering what’s next
Pondering on some crazy things
You couldn’t even imagine
Big plans my gosh
You ain’t gonna see it coming
No more hazed days
The French Chronicles 