I make moves like a coach does, take you out ya lane I came through with the tow truck came to make it rain I paid dues n I showed up ain’t missing a day stay true to my own guts don’t trust anyone else’s opinion, I already feel overwhelmed with a million, problems sitting in Hell n oblivion, stop I’m killing this realm that I’m living in, then again, I feel like I’m free up in this place, at home I’m so alone but I seem to be ok, I know in my zone that’s the genius that it takes but the pain is still there you can see it in his face, dozing off the road barley reaching for the brakes but that hope he has to blow up is keeping him in place, safe, I just gotta make a right turn, n this the last exit but I feel the lines blurred cause I got a bad headache then I hit the wide curb, the car start spinning then it flipped n dived first in the dirt glass shattered n I think it might burn, there’s blood splattered everywhere it’s getting quite worse, my conscious is alive as I’m in this nice hearse ain’t it funny how my drive was a gift n my curse..