i grip the mic, known how i tried, i let it go in the air
i could give a fuckless, the meaning of life is explained thru the unfair
no care or worry for a young man like me livinin in a world based on misery
feel the pain and aches
commin from an abused history that dont seem real, but it aint fake
survival is at stake, i ante up the price
i get others involved, knowin that it could cost me thier lives
heartless inside, hopin my emotions exist somwhere deep
if you could walk in my memory, every step would trangress into a floorboard creak
ive reaches the summit or reality and the cliffs are steep
i take my last step forward to a shady place where me and death meet
my hair flaps with the wind as i fall from a sky blue
and when i told my mic i wouldnt let go, it replied "true...true."
i figured soon i would make the last sound and after that id be gone
but all of that changed when i fliped the off switch, to on.
i threw verses of what ive been thru and the way ive felt for true things
and before i hit the ground i think my tears did.... with music.... i grew wings...

lol... just foolin around.. i penned half of it in my notebook and then i started to keystyle it on here... just bored.. thats all.. lemme know how ya feeln.