this shit's only a rought draft..
ima fix it up tommrow afta school
maybe add some more too it
but leme know if im going in the right deirection
-(p)(e)(a)(c)(e)-

someone seems to always have something to say, if lifes trully a game, ive forgotten how to play
its scary when they dead up, you set up, slowing prepapinrg for the next'head-up'
living life, one eye over my sholder. now it's the weight of the world, not just a bolder.
mentally my mind can express, a lyrikal mind game more strategic then chess.
fear embraced but deffinatly not shown, every chance ive ever gotten i've blown.

jaw up
fears high
dont show that shit
and you know why...
{repeat 2x}

mom's a phyco, punched twice last night.i dont hit da ladies. so she won that fight.
mentally though, i over-rule, spit something so complex even tupac's (r.i.p) gunna drool
mental metaphysics, thats just a metaphor, just like my futures the next room over except i cant find the door
cant you see the see complexity bursting within me, live life another year. a tru thugs plea.


(yeah thats only alittle bit of it)
Ill let ya know when its done