Stranger

A stranger’s born every generation
Thoughts are private he hides 'em in a safe location/.
Through trepidation he’s extending his will
And seems chill but the emotion building up till he filled/
Revealing sections of the mirror that you duct taped up
you could face 'em with ya head down if ya luck stays up/
and he’s stuck cus how’s a happy home provided when
The walls of his room can’t account for all the silence that’s inside of them/
His own disciple sees the world as his bible
Insight recycled in case one day his soul goes idle/
Reminded of his birth whenever close to death
And feels the life inside his lungs when he holds his breath/
The best suggestion that he ever received
Was one he muttered while exhaling thus concealing the sorrow/
Forget what they telling you, live for tomorrow
Yesterday’s a memory you borrow/