It's not that I wanna screw it up, I just so happen to be good at it
It's not as if I don't wanna quit, but unfortunately for me I'm like my father another addict.
And it's not like i do it out of pleasure naw on the contrary it's vice, a very bad habit 
I know its tragic but unlike magic it doesn't poof then disappear I've been struggling for years hiding my emotions and crying outta fear many times i felt like death was near but I pressed on fighting my demons with blood sweat and tears

I'm not a holy man, but I'm holding on to glory's hand, there's a story fam 
Behind the reflection in the mirror 
Was blurry at first but affection got clearer, from procrastination to a consigliare with vigor 
I remember that my mother almost died giving birth to me, diagnosed with cancer she prayed for a solution and dios gave her an answer 
My familia I've dishonored them, ridiculed them, but survived because of them
I was destined to sin but rebirth to win, was living on a whim now reliving again, fucked at the beginning  but died with peace at the end