Verse 1"
Remember i use to lay in the bed
Whit too many shit on my mind
Benig actor, rap
Wating for actiong of passion to hit me whit sings
Hard to feel fine
"lost in loneliness" the way i define
Myself at this time
Options i couldn't find
Cause options i simply decline
Dark way to set me on a line
Blocking any changes to try to shine
Block inside a week state of my mind
Stick to the floor, afraid to go fly
But, i was litsening to music
Earing this people
To tell to quit whit excused
Belive in my talent and telling me
"go ahead use it"
Don't try understanding cause it just confuses
And society gone try to refuse it
Just do it
Headphones in the summer and talking whit mama
Made me realize every advise i was provided
Was actually some true shit
So shit i
Quit bitching bout trying
Turn me spark of light into some fire
Never stop rolling, till burning the tierds
Maintain my enegry till my retirement
So that's the what that we do
Happy or sad we always in the boof
Usualy got no option to choose
Expresing my feeling and feeling get loose
And im losing sings of terror
To talk about what gets me terrefied
Cauple of bullets sleeping in my mind
Cup of cristal gonna fill it w hit wine
Visioning visions bout time that ill shine
Knowing ill get there when it be the time
Till then im riding down all of my lines
Hoter than a hot line, i feel like hot fire
Let them appear at crunch time
Treat a motherfucker like lunch time
Making my point, thats sunshine
Roll me a joint, thats fun time
Need a struggle of some kind
That way you can feel my hunger
Each time i feel stronger
Isolation inside the bunker
Makes the vision grow and function
Shit ain't turning out just like i imagine
So i apologies if the quality in this tape fantastic
But hit me if you got some tactics
To exploit my talent resources and making it happen
Verse 2"
Im looking to my self
And my perception be completely irrelevant
Deep inside of me there something thats priving my enemy of feeling inocent
My location my room but i feel like an immigrant
And it feels like a prison sell
Well.. bu i got every single key to every single door
And im looking suprise but ive been here before
So, if i came out it one i could it twice
Im acting polite avoiding the fights
My counshes is silent im feeling alive
The weed we breed feeds evry corner we see incomplete
We try to be free
Time flys by and the inspiration be linkd to our movment
Rain under the amarella dont need to go tell ya
Let the song prove it
Didn't chose my destiny the destiny chose me