Don't Let Go
OmenXIII
Forged in the depths, the shadows
The gallow is where I rest
I don't flex no ammo or vests
I don't rest my backbones, impressive
Oppression strictly depressive
Opposing anyone's mental
Composing rhythms like recipes
Holding prisms so heavenly
You searched for the remedy in
All the wrong places
Wound up sicker than you were
When you came in
Life seems strange but, death seems stranger
I am not a stranger to breath, I'm thankful