Pen and Knife (verse)

Eh yo, so I'm here now, moved on from manual labour but I'm still milkin the cow/ got that ice cream, full of flavours, cats comin around like meow/ see I'm tryin to claim my throne as King, so address me as such and bow/ ain't no more farm life livin, no need to sow and plow/ but I may reap a hoe, get down and dirty with the pigs cause the sirens are blaring/ got these gold diggers diggin and these cross eyed sinners staring/ so what if I like to drink and smoke the Devil's lettuce, that's my decision/ this is my life I'm livin, so fuck what you think, like your mind was  in prison/ cause I got bars full of anger issues and split personalities coinciding with one another/ can't quite figure out how to get rid of them all, call one of them my enemy, the other my brother/ and maybe I've been God damned to balance the demon and angel inside of me/ at least I have someone to talk to when it gets quiet, and the demon is all that I can be/ cursing at the night for being so dark that I can't believe in the light/ when all that I ask for is the truth, whether or not I'll make it to see my name shine bright/ I just want to be able to say that I made something worth living this life/ so that I can hold on to the pen instead of picking up the knife/