Number Eleven

Hello, how are you doing
I hope you're doing fine
Let me take you through the timeline of Sly
Family fell apart at the age of 15
Learning that matches should never strike
When you smell that gasoline
Found escape predominated with the girl next door
Romeo and Juliet, created 5 years of war
And then my father died
4 months later my house burned down
Watched the flames danced when I arrived
I guess I became numb, had to run
Drank more than a kid who's freshly 21
Then you think it couldn't get any worse
Grandmother overdosed from alcohol, and the pills in her purse
Couldn't comprehend all that lost at once
Ended up a bum sleeping couch to couch
With my closet in my trunk, man
Be grateful for what you have
For some people to eat, they feast in your trash
Got tired of running away
Got tired of numbing my pain
I ran for so long, I forgot to grow
Lowest of low motivation slow
Told God if you are real, you really need to let me know
Then some how my inner being, inner eye pried opened
I felt peace, like I was watching the waves of the ocean
I was told that I'm just a soul
To learn this side of life and to shape it, before I go
Ride the spiral
Learning the meaning of survival
My scream is tribal
I have to break my cycle
It all makes sense during this concurrence
Had to go through all the hell
To wake up to my purpose

I'm blessed to be alive, just enjoy life