my music crashes down like twin towers.//
comes collapsin' on top like sins power.//
I begin' louder, but as the beat fades out
I'm in a cowards position, I need the flow.//
tha crash of tha hi-hat and thump of the bass.//
fans in their place, need to be rhymin' on stage.//
instead I'm blinded by hate, comments destructive.//
facin' rupture to my foundation, fallin' down;//
how'm-I supposed to come up with; new shit.//
thinkin' it's useless, clueless to my superiority.//
like I'm sub-human, inferiority pulls at my self-worth.//
I can't even count on myself to give help words.//
if help works, why am I still spiraling down-wards.//
it can't sound worse than it is, it sounds better.//
the thing is, how it sounds is still a crumbling endevor.//
stumbling over, an' fumbling measures in bars.//
immunity an' respiration crashes down like I was infected with SARS.//
tha pressure's so hard, pressin' on my temples.//
stressin over levels of revelations before it's too late.//
elevation achieved before I reach fate,//
take heed to snake dreams an' tag-teams.//
I'm in store 4 great things.. unless..
it aLL comes crashing down on top of me....

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