high up flyin just like a kite glidin smooth just right
going towards the light like im dyin with all my might
so i wake up from my dream it seemed too real for me
is it my fate to break the beam from the scene and flee
into darkness and be alone an outlaw casted from society
sparkin this fire to ignite my engine to get some variety
in my life of strife theres no harmony of the seasons
feels like a knife is stabbin and guns clappin for no reason
now im freezin in confusion and everything i try doing
im just keep on losin cruisin till i hit bottom ruins
i got a guilty conscience like Dre and its pure nonsense
my tolerance is almost full and it will soon commence
born to die going against everything im sworn to defy
torn by lies which makes me despise forlorn to ride