i like to live in the darkness, up in a corner upstairs//
i'm cowered over with paper, it's kinda holdin' me there//
it grabs and bolts to my stomache, it's pullin' all of my hair//
it is my thoughts that it's huntin', they keep on runnin' off scared//
i can't escape 'cause i'm strapped, my arm is twisted and wrapped//
up on the top of my shoulder and it is itchin' my back//
i got no keys for the latch, i'm on my knees and it's sad//
i keep invisioning things, i see me freeing my past//
ha ha ha ha, 'cause it's all a trap//
this time it got me good, i keep on fallin' fast//
i need to get back up and just haul my ass//
so put the calls on hold, i've got to mold some tracks//
and you better know that this old-timer won't crash//
most rhymers flow wack, go find 'em in trash//
i hoe 'em to ash, with dope poems i bash//
hope everyone knows i won't be slowin' a tad//
Copywright: Steven Spagnuolo 2008
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