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My words come from the heart and soul
over beats to start the show,
but a lot can go
wrong between the lines
like Im takin scenic drives,
always believin lies,
don't see truth, I can't see my mind
please still be alive,
I ask to myself am I worthy
of this life I'm burning
with my style unearthly
In the hourglass the sand melts into a clear solid
can I ammount to near homage
and escape pettyness with sheer knowledge
I hear college,
but it never seems to talk to me
it's mocking me
with lectures of how I ought to be
Im walkin free
for now until I stop reciting rhymes
and writing lines,
but never others because Im liking mine
Im biding time
until the underground is outlawed
for explicit content, yet Ill still be spittin without yall
Im Achilles without the downfall,
always to remain standin
I refrain landin
in spots to create major brain crampin
cause of this damn rantin
and ravin over a stepstone
gimme a shoulder to let go,
my frozen heart gives me a headcold
I give tenfold,
only to receive disrespect and constant bickering
its sickening,
my creative light is all that's not flickering
Im shivering,
memories lost, all that remains is a choice
Im aimlessly moist
with sweat which reflects the pain of my voice
projecting images over a netscreen
that only dialect brings
it's disecting my mind's core into the media's next thing
a corporate check brings
a fad, that lives to whither and die
I'll let my body shiver inside
just to issue projectiles usually a quiver provides
and never let the liquor decide
because you never know what is yet to be
don't recklessly
ruin your life or seriously invest in weed
you might regret your seed
the consciousness is the eyes through which your brain sees
corruption enslaves greed
knowing is what keeps me away from the mainstream

*i seperated it by rhyme to make it reader friendly