I can hear my mic crying while i sit silently I hear my mic crying-my mic crying I can hear my mic crying asking when my time will be- All I can do is keep this alive inside of me-
/All I can say is it's a day i pray I'm alive to see...
fuck the bullshit, i gotta pull this up outta me, so many heads be doubting while my own head shouts at me- inner-tension,imperfections,misconceptions, mis-direction, inner vision twisting when living in indecision.. i'm trying not to listen to the bugs in my ears, then the floor falls out- the rug dissapears, & it's the ones i try to trust that pull it up from underneath me, while those i don't know-somehow seem to see me.. from a distance, just close enough to look me in the eye, & with a nod of our heads-thats our last goodbye... my words too disturbed, nerves to worn & thin- guess i learned to purge instead of hold it all within, still sharp as lion teeth, rhymes Brian's Song deep, lines shining vibrantly like a krylon piece my underlying theme is an undying dream- in a world that would rather see me die in my sleep.. this goes out to those that know about my this hunger & drive, any head that can relate to my struggle to rise.. from one spot on to the next, cause & effect, people try to read me- getting lost in the text- a twisted mind misaligned, a lifetime or two too old- eyes to wide-they pry through souls.. till the ones i truely wish would be the ones that understood me the most, push me away if i stay too close... so if i gotta live my life pressed up against a wall- i guess my best deffense is just "fuck em all"... the solitude will suit me to a tee i guess, why should it bother you? it's my heart that bleeds through my chest.. if you remember me for anything-then let it be this-- anyone that's ever met me won't EVER forget, then ask yourself if it was all just part of my plan--- but don't ever question a man you could never understand...