verse never thought i would make it to the end of whats a beautiful journey laid it out without the preverbal roof burning a bit concerning some event weren’t discerning but life is a malton pot i hope to keep turning divert eyes looking for the maximum surprise with a factual disguise of an actual enigma lost in a new bounce world of fake charisma marked as an old sound with underground agendas compound the fragments and push away offenders on a roll not a bender the line transcend with the for site to burn minds with mere cinders serve it to your raw like cuticle wood splinters hook it’s all manifested in the method of speech laying down the rhythm to an impeccable beat arms, feet, legs agee do it for the reason of rocking you till you see

verse seem to find myself in new places amongst the many face of reality trying to find the commonalities analogies and out of me is outer speak that isn’t hard to reach never leaching off the lame to sustain prophet could of lost at a young age to gain pockets but to have a penny fold is insane logic used to watch a kid speak with his knuckle popping stealing from his granny's purse like it’s normal often couldn’t help but wonder why it has to be the same gain change to buy rings and other things not thinking of the possibilities of stacking ends just an everlasting loop to gain than lose again losing friends, losing ends till mental bends even had ex friends point pistols for something slim i knew then get out or be the next to be hemmed up in the trap hook am i alone or is it just the fear when i hear the voices of the past in my ear should i move on or should i stay here when i hear the voices of the past in my ear verse 2 funny how i thought wouldn't make it to the age of 20 being broke in naptown wasn't bees and honey if i had a happy day it would seize it from me remember cold winter days and a breeze that crummy dark alleyways video games and nestly crunch school lunch in the gym hunched over from being punched hair set a blaze still amazed it was done not a care left only music occupied my slum till the principal took my only breath of oxygen no walkman plus teachers didn't seem to care feeling smaller by the day and reappearing there school wasn't me per say everyday i had to bare till i got a notice saying your relieved leave your chair suspended for bad attendance at least i'm free and clear hook am i alone or is it just the fear when i hear the voices of the past in my ear should i move on or should i stay here when i hear the voices of the past in my ear