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letra de welcome home ken - kinta

[verse 1]
getting out of therapy i thought things would be great
but i went through so much pain and n-gg-s just can’t relate (they can’t)
but at this point pain is the only thing that i face (yah)
and i want it to end now so i pick up the pace
but when they showed love i should’ve known it was fake
all these people talk good but i know that they snake
i mean i used to know, used to know what they was (i did)
i didn’t see it back in august i was caught up in the buzz
first day out the hospital what else could i think
that n-gg-s still hate me when i’m about to be extinct
but it’s funny people bring memories i can’t remember
and when i can’t recall my anger sparks like an ember
but when i do i get sick of deja vu like september
when i was back in the cl-ssroom i almost died in
all the memories flooding of all the other kids faces
facing my fear that this sh-t is not a dream (it ain’t)
“i just wanna wake up” i would say in therapy
doctors and therapist did their best to calm me
couldn’t control my emotions like i wasn’t the creator
the day before senior year i thought sh-t would be greater (i did)
i went to sleep august ninth and woke up two weeks later
in a hospital bed (what?), in a dream state
mom told me to relax doc was coming in at eight
of course i thought it was a dream i didn’t even know the date (i didn’t)
let alone 2 weeks ago i was at heavens gate
but anyways no, sh-t doesn’t get better
i thought i was going back to school with all my n-gg-s
where we be acting a fool but also focusing on figures (yah)
i couldn’t come back i was gone for about a month
my anger really intact i was so f-cking done
i couldn’t fight back the sadness it already won
like why i gotta do virtual school at home
only having one cl-ss to see all my friends
will this disease having nightmare ever f-cking end
it was already bad enough i had sh-t on my platter
but all my n-gg-s was fighting over sh-t that didn’t matter
but whatever, them n-gg-s can’t fight anyway
but they all still my n-gg-s until this day (they are)
and they know i always talk sh-t i don’t mean what i say
i’m just a sad mess who pushes through all the messes (i am)
i did the online school on time, with a little stressing
i was sad the whole semester people were calling me a blessing (i don’t know why)
i call myself the tragedy but people think i’m tripping
i ain’t get much recognition from my school but i’m not surprised (i ain’t)
d said they kept my story low key when i almost died
you wouldn’t want to see me in nemours and all the nights i cried
you wouldn’t want to see me in radiation when i was getting fried
let alone in school to say you missed me even though you lied

- kinta

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