Finding Forrester (thanks J. Cole)

I got blood on my hands, I ain’t gone lie

I got mud on my shoes, I ain’t gone lie

I got real real big plans, I ain’ gone lie

I got a whole lot to prove, I ain’t gone lie

I am coming from the bottom

Shooting for the top

Destination, no clue

But I have faith, cannot stop

I have thought about stop-

Pin in a cushion, the body just drops

Instead of cutting, shooting up something

Internalized the terror, exploding for nothin

But it wasn’t for nothin

For what it was worth?

Still searching, found something

I hesitate to say for sure

What it was, what it will become no regrets

I feel inside it’s as real as it gets

There is no form, no shape, no sound

I can tell you ain’t no picture perfect to be found

I feel it inside more true than I could ever see

My feelings are real and my feelings are me