IT MY CHOICES

sadness turns to anger
anger turns to spite
spite turns into bitterness
and now i'm looking for a fight

lock inside my head
where i walk in endless night
where mistakes with faces laugh at me
because nothin i do is right

i'm sick of all the violence
but "fight on" is all i know
everything spins so fast around me
while i'm still going slow

left behind in my mind
no reason for my rhyme
and now i'm running out of time
because i choose to step out of line