Shadows

Gotta make another verse

Can't muster up the words

To keep going cuz now i suffer worse

In other words, ill never solve what ever occurs

Im in a lower state than a hundred southerners

But i gotta take it back

Cuz Nowadays im sad

I Dont wanna wait to crack

But i think im breaking bad

Feel I got an aching back

But I think im pacing back

Just To this racing track

Its a weighted lack

My head is fading, black

This whole grenade attack

I think i may detach

From this crew and make a rap

Still im taken back

To each of the places that

Made me hate to laugh

This is all the pain i have



Its just you see that ain’t really liking this life

The way i see it that its just my life's a decline

My head is up in flames i need a firing device

I need to numb the pain of the fighting inside