Its like there's no ink on this paper, i'm writing with blood-
-battling thoughts in my head like i'm fighting with God-
-posed like Hercules, this pen is a lightning rod-
-the fire breather, it hurts my lungs when i spit this hard-
-im the new guy here spittin hot rhymes on this board-
-I got the genious to leave you well wrecked, everyones got that alter ego but I keep em in check-
-these troubles in my mind are creepin ta my neck, and slowly movin downwards sec after sec-
-and then the true pain falls deep in the heart, yo, if you didn't get this flow, repeat from the start-