I treat rap like a drug, my means of escape
when life seems a mistake, it's like I'm dreaming awake
cleaning the slate, of, past and things that await
take my mind off reality, the supreme scheme of fate
so if it seems you relate, it's not a deception
it's not beyond comprehension, life ain't flawless perfection
we all got things to take our mind off the tension
mine is to rhyme with affection, a kind of reflection
of times unexpected, I write with the blood of my heart
turn to the rhyme for light anytime I'm stuck in the dark..