Ace

I don't want you to ask me about this again How do you think i feel? At age 15 i knew i had the talents I was homeless then thats something I couldn't balance To be Frank I cried Oceans every night seemed Endless My eyes flooded tears, sleepless nights on different benches Feeling the cold breeze rip through his shirt Suicidal thoughts while his hunger emerged And lord be merciful why am I such a curse? I seem to complain when you don't have time to converse Wonder why you gave me the wrong tokens to roll the dice Cause he know better than to gamble with his life 15 Years old hoping to make 21 Youngin' you can't deal if you don't play your cards right Woke next to a heroin addict who fed me off of her plate I watched her feed her habit, zone out to a different state She told me she was a gambling addict her name was Faith I mentioned I was an orphan she started calling me ACE He thought least somebody by my side This cruel world made both paths collide It took him by surprise, she don't see the damage Soon as her medicine kick in everything else vanished Seeing the pile of needles that disowned her body Kicking through her veins now everything seems foggy I held her in my arms while she escapes her reality How two complete strangers became a family And lord be merciful why am I such a curse? I seem to complain when you don't have time to converse Numb to the pain your reply is filled with silence Misled i need your guidance Little Acey grew up through the foster care system Knowing suicidal thoughts will have nobody miss him He complains on his anxiety, nobody seems to listen Feeling lonely and abandoned, something felt missing Nobody taking his side, he's the troubled youth Saying he's full of anger knowing it isn't true He only causes scenes to gain attention That's his way of knowing if anyone showed affection Roaming through the school halls feeling invincible They worry about his grades, he's worried about the unthinkable As his teachers break down his need to succeed The hunger clenches his stomach concerned if he could eat No one could fill his shoes when he don't own none Why waste the time and effort when you could easily disown him To him that's something all too familiar His daddy gave him up so he's left with no familia You resemble your mother so much, the reason i mistreat you The same way i abandoned her you no different I don't need you Only a matter of time till you crawl back to me Your word against mine tell me who gon believe you Fighting his inner demons through the damage Wondering "What do it take for these thoughts to vanish?" Those same demons helped him lift the pistol Russian Roulette; load, point and shoot Its that simple And lord be merciful why am I such a curse? I seem to complain when you don't have time to converse Numb to the pain your reply is filled with silence Misled i need your guidance