The streets are here...
 

i may be the best on open mic since there was hexen/
but this all comes from the shyt thats got me uptight and stressin/
pain can be beauty thats the kinds shyt im guessin/
and this aint a joke its not for fun i aitn jus messin/
i go to sleep everynight and dont ask for blessin/
cuz im the only man who can keep my self alive/
nobody cares so there nobody there when i look from side to side/
in crowds im still alone inside~lonelyness is da home in which i reside/
so when will someone fukin give me a try/
look inside and lift my spirit so i dont fukin wish i would die/
and sometimes it just seems like i can no longer fukin maintain/
cuz now i got Soul SIckness...i used to be insane/
i used to be majorly loved i thought that would forever remain/
now im beggin to the stars above for someone to explain/
cuz now im stuck down ta two motions scratch head~pick brain/