Whats worse then tragic is tha magic that dope lines bring/
or dreams of becoming weightless ready to dangle life by a string/
My dreams are reckless, incohearant never making much sence/
like kids playing on tha sidewalk with chalk in parks with a fence/
life is dangerous yet consumes me with thoughts persuing rage/
digesting these thoughts while half asleep got me forever caged/
in my emotions of pass mistakes what does it take to be great/
never understanding my decisions or what creativity measures in weight/
So Im leavin this keystyle with less answers and more questions/
guess I shoulda left this cypher alone, I guess I should follow my own suggestions/