my heart is full of truth my head is full of lies my body s saying quit my soul is saying try so carefully assembled my creator took the time to put me together into this modern frankenstein comprised of all my memories and future hopes some doobie smoke some hennessy and some music notes gave me nightmares in a black ocean to stay afloat gave me these two arms forever reaching out for that rope added these words and the rhythm that s my savior looking up at my creator as i lay flat put a hand of my head and said you can lay tracks i mma bless you but i m going to give you some things that you can t take back i m full of love i m full of rage i m feeling brave i am afraid tell me what this is look at what you ve made still i m going to everything i can do in this flesh there s nothing i can do but accept hey i m a beautiful mess the truth it s been frightening my daddy died when i was nineteen never met him something so permanent can t be undone but just because a man didn t raise me is not a good enough excuse not to become one didn t have my parents i was a ward of the state but i swear to i knew that i was born to be great no i am not a victim i am on a mission fight with my condition i can still remember crying in that kitchen but that s from something else that got me upset and there s a lot of shit that i ain t ready to talk about just yet i m saying this cause right now i m having trouble with that my fear of fulfilling my potential has me doubling back but i m full of love i m full of rage i feel afraid i m feeling brave i give a hug to all my pain look at what you made but i mma do everything i can do in this flesh there s nothing i can do but confess that i m a beautiful mess  hold on lemme get my shit together i see you in this valley we can walk through this together please don t think i forgot about you and been too busy fighting my battle that i haven t even thought about you as you listening and thinking that your ship is sinking lost in the motion we got tossed in the ocean listen there s nothing wrong with being all fucked up or falling down as long as you get back up your direction is lost full of imperfections and flaws you picture prefect i see a collage think about it every hero s messed up we are the chosen few i must accept me as i am the same goes for you where am i headed i don t know but i don t struggle i don t grow there s a purpose to this fight i feel it in my soul and this is something i had to adree you know the rest say with me uh hah i m a beautiful mess 