Try to find a place in lines that I embrace/ While I strive to find a balance between a time and space/ In a microphone.. When Im soundin intense/ I feel like 'Pac on his hospital bed, countin his breaths/ And they still say, Ill never blow on the mic/ Unless I spit a gimmick with some clever jokes cuz Im white/ Im forced to listen to critics just chatter they teeth/ With all their bullshit opinions like it matters to me/ And my closest friends stumble as they mumble and doubt me/ While I try to hold the world as it crumbles around me/ Feel my lungs close, strain harder for breaths/ As the broken dreams I have match the heart in my chest/ And the pressure builds… But without a release/ I know that ya hope floats, but its out of my reach/ Im tired of the masks that we wear (if only)/ You saw my true self youd be scared (to know me)/ But now I finally see what I love is worthless/ Beautys skin deep, but its just a surface/ My shoulders are breaking and my focus is hazy/ Plus my teeth are chipped from biting all the bullets that you gave me/ In the form of lies, and I mistook it as honest/ Took the good with the losses, til the good was just lost, its/ Hard to hold the burdens until my shoulders bleed/ I was forced to flee, until I learned to fly with broken wings/ Across the visions of feelins and all this violent livin/ Of a fucked up system insistin that I should try to fit in/ But now I can see Im unrelated to you/ Cuz I took off the mask that suffocated the truth/ (If Life) could even worsen, (Then Id) release my burden/ (And try) to be the person, (Who writes) and speaks in perfect/ (Advice) for people hurtin, (Who cries) and fiends for nursing/ (And time) would be asserted, (To find) a decent purpose/ (But I) am weak and burdened, (I cry) and seek alertness/ (In life) to be the person, (Whos lines) are seen as perfect/ (I try) and seem so worthless, (That life) has demons lurkin/ (That I) defeat the purpose, (And Life) is seen as worthless/
Watch everyday just pass me by/ Slowly corroding and acting fine/ Suffocating on this mask of mine/ Til I run out of breath and I cant survive/ Repeat x2
Through my angel eyes I see the devil's truth Through my angel eyes I see the devil's truth Through my angel eyes I see the devil's truth Through my angel eyes I see… (Repeat x 4)
I need to get a piece of inhibition (First!)/ And speak another piece of bitter vision (Words!)/ And get a better syndicate of vindicated few/ And I better never let another mitigate the truth/ Cuz Im the better, never get a flow with flaw/ Better with the letters, veteran know it all/ Talk a lot in a song, better hold em off/ I thought I was lost, never fold or fall/ If I could ever get a minute trying to be/ My life independent when Im dying in peace/ I might get a sentiment I write to a beat/ My mind of a veteran, trying to see/ That lifes beautiful, suitable to let go/ Of anything and Ill just survive through it all/ Inner lines intertwined, my mind is livin life/ Grippin mics, livin life in trife its live and die/