yo the black is racen threw the life im facen// earsin points and questions from a complex conffesion// jumpin threw fences while my heart pumps the rest in//people misplacen threw a misguided destin// overcheiveing seeing and believeing your life Misconceiving like the hands you bleed in// a spoken word givin a reason in a life you believe you pleasen// a torn paper of death in a illusion you choosin in this conflict im not loosin// the devil speakin my lies in my eyes fearin the cries that blinds earsin my times in multiples of 9's// stuck in a world wit empty shadows as violent as empty battles// hollow tip busters u sure u wanna battle

was good yo holla back at ya boy