Lookin at lyfe in mind, times seem to render
Mike Vick making my own offenses, but wurrs my defenders (Wurr they at, I need help)

My family's there, Jesus looking right up in tha sky
But bad times seem to block my view, like a bruise or a sty

Nightmares force tha redemption, drugs yo infatuation
Land on an Island of Temptation, 'Is It Jus My Imagination'

Or is dis haze causing hallucination
U tell me, am I'm really suit fo dis nation, or am I'm here to prove wut they've been statin (u tell me)

Tha slideshow of my lyfe, is my baby blues
It's crazy dude, every blink flicks a new chapter of dis crazy blue

And it gits hazy too, when the ruff times of pain and fear pops
Thank God fo tha ability to cleanse them away in own tear drops

Everyday sparks a new day of my reality
And it makes me proud dat I still own my vitality

We all live the cycle of lyfe, talk bout perpetual
But only some bend tha jaws of death, talk about flexible (like me)

Perhaps maybe I'm too solitare, thru yo eyes u see a solo soldier
Traveling thru his pain to find tha answer, his own via dolorosa...

U claim he's into this, but never exclaim yo dakrer dreams, yo incubus
Tha darkest of Nightmares pin yo fantasies wit sinful clutch

Let's flip back to tha portion, wurr death had my grandpa forcin
To perish, leaving my family remorsing...

But wit tha pangs of conscience, i remove myself from tha repsonses
But noneoftheless tha Dark Angel continues to haunt us

One of my worse dreams is dat I be stuck in a clinic
Half Dead/Half Living, will dis final lite have Jesus in it?

I wake up never solving tha puzzle, I push thru tha muscle
Look at good times at my lyfe, succeed thru the bustle

And despite tha fact of my visions possessing immorality
They'll neva take ova my spirit, Herculean, tha way my soul posess immortality

Looking At Lyfe