Greatest Enemy - Henry Taylor

Where do i begin

I’m stressing from the feelings festering with in

See me struggling, the guy with baggage dragged along with him

Can’t seem to drop it off, doesn’t matter where I’ve been

It follows after me, i sound like I’m on repeat

Life goes in cycles, run in circles like a track athlete

Even when I’m in the lead, I’m braced for defeat

It comes naturally, but actually, I’m trying to be

Up beat like this drum beat behind me

Getting there gradually, dealing with insanity

Mothers death untimely but now hopefully

I’m not walking blindly so no one can find me

But sometimes i want to fuck it all

Take some paracetamol

Mix it with some alcohol, down it all

But somehow I’m holding on

Though I’m slowly falling off

On the edge about to fall

So numb, won’t feel the ground at all

How can i care, there trouble everywhere

Yet I still despair, hate life is so unfair

Want to help, but can’t compare to these billionaires

Yet I’m aware i don’t know enough to interfere

So i just feel useless

Guess I’m just toothless

Need to be ruthless

But i just feel stupid

Cause everything i do, I’m not good enough

Not good anything, not the things that i want

Apart from my artistry

Yea thats part of me

People can seem to see

Past what they perceive

And i don’t seem to be

At the place i need to be

How can you achieve

When you don’t believe?

But let me pick my paintbrush up a paint a pretty portrait

But making art so beautiful ain’t really my forte

But i can tell you all about what happens everyday

Guess honestys the one thing i have to display

But the lies I’m surrounded, leaving me dumfounded

And I’m trying to reach the top whilst I’m staying grounded

Yea it takes it tole but by my words I’m bounded

Until the alcohol starts getting downed and

I’m going in, frozen

Never been the one chosen

So close to overdosing

But why be sober hoping

Time to rub my nose in

And smell the roses

Rhymes used to cope with

Toes hurt from walking

This same path

Feeling the same wrath, sometimes i hold back

I need to fight that, get on the right track

Stop the cycle, like I’m a bike rack

So when i do a mic grab, its like a jump in a ice bath

Wake myself up like a sugar rush

I am good enough

I’m happy with what I’ve got

Show I’m not ungrateful

Cause I’m sounding hate filled

Suicide rhymes distasteful

Cause suicide is wasteful

Finally seeing what i want to be

Gaining the belief i need achieve

All the things i have picturing in my dreams

Now when i look up at the sky i can see

That the stars are aligning, I’m finding my mind is providing the rhyme schemes

for me sublimely

Reminding inside me something Is hiding

Which wants to come out, no more time residing

Still trying to figure out my identity

Find it accidentally, as the fight continues mentally

Tryna defeat demons i cannot see

Seems to be me who my greatest enemy