Life became a blurr through the most vividest acts..
I destroyed myself and came back from the ashes as a Cig in the Pack
Phone off..zoned off, i'm not lacking a ring..I don't really feel like talking
My minds walking on a guilt trip I had no time for Packing my Things
So I spill shit, Like a broken pipe..My clouded wrongs got me smoking right
i'll hit the open mic like it'll throw a fight..I'll put on a Show tonight
I won't be Crowded Long, Hop in my Boat To Life..
As I sail through a sea of illusions..Hope Is Light.. In the sky
Could it be i'm Refusing To Approach a Flight cus I fear a overload my mind would begin ta fry
I'll coast till Bright Vision's meet me Half Way..Above The waves could be the Pathway
No Fame..Just Gain..No Low's..What's Pain? No Brain..Fuck Sane..Like I'm Crazy on Cocaine
fiending for more but I'm out of Luck mayne..I'm outspoken even as my Voice Is gone
Out smoking even though I know the Choice Is wrong..my eyes Is red..
My rib's would Have ya questioning when have I been Fed..Skin Pale like a virus spread
As I face what iv'e done.. I dont care for "The Great".. I'm Not Cyrus Bread
This ain't Persia..And my High Is dead, Feeling Low's so Live ..
Iv'e dropped to rock bottom like I took a loco dive..
The screams in my head are the ones Silence Dreads