:00 With pen in hand i write with it, dont need to understand, that's the plan of the man i am the only fan of, see, no one seems to get me, so i'm left all alone, making this zone my own with no crowd control, that's how i roll, drive like it's stole. :16
:20 Stuck in the whole of my skull surrounding my head, around the hole in my brain making me brain dead. Feeling sick repeating words i've said, they're out spoken but obviously already said. so let's not speak the subject to death. here i go to do my best. Slanging ink and stringing rhymes. would i rather stay here and think or go get 'em this time. what do you think, i think i mastered this think tank now thank God through Jesus for another day. no way will i play in ways that sway the behaved to misbehave. i must behave and realize what i'm doing, people are watching every move that i'm moving, screw 'em, they're just checking me to be sure i'm not over doing the drugs that i'm using. what they see is confusing, what i tell them is real, i hide in plain sight, always have always will. 1:00
1:02 I can see my addict going at it right next to me. It sleeps in the attic and came from the basement where base sent me to a place of enchantment. No tricks up my sleeve, i just meant i remember these memories and am tired of getting peeved so i close my eyes when they're talking to me. Letting my brain take the reigns so my feet don't leave the concrete of these streets, i need to maintain, simply be a man, who cares if they see it or not, i never ran but i do fall down a lot and i land on my feet, damn like hell it's hot that this beat i'm reusing means this much to me. now i'm choosing, to live life in front of eternity. 1:35