new here aint done this b4 jus bored...so im jus spittin sumert freestyle

as i sit back,birds sing and inspuire my life
every day,the despair like a twist of a knife
deep an hypnotic thought cause brain malfunction
aim high,to fall low..same old conclusion...
speak of past tense,mind state of supense
stop clocks like wristwatch,makes no sense
for the mind of a genius is straight ill spit
only losers fail to close lifes dreams to be sick
fire burns bight,intense to burning lights
peeps fight,but 4 what right?..to kill life