Ayo
Are these cynical cries, love drippin from my eyes?
Or a controlling persona… consoling my pride?
While some are sympathetic, other’s think I’m pathetic,
Jacking off my life, like my dick’s a mic,
Though that’s what happen’s,
When you hide behind lines,
Skip school, and stay home, just to write rhymes
While seeing other’s suffer, thought these hard time’s,
It feel’s like a nightmare, dream that I’m living,
Cuz I relate to the pain, like the lyric’s to the rhythm, or the psyche to the brain,
I pray
… Dear lord, don’t keep me confined,
For that would be, the death of me,
If I go insane,
An unholy crime, hell a life in vain,
