Lost Memories
Silence got me by my ear in my own Dream
Petrified by its touch, feeling like a cloned Scheme
Playing me into the impossible of a Memory
Nothing dead, but I feel as I’m in a Cemetery

Grown up a troubled youth, still stuck in my Reality
Terrorism my fear, without luck in my Personality
Leaving my nightmare, disputed by its Scripture
Hesitation from its scare, confused by a Picture
No limitations in my flow, remarkable by Facts
As the light shines, Christ is watching me Relax
No fractions to fix, never a twist in Subtraction
No vibration in frustration, a mist in Levitation
Proved stress in less time, a clock could Pause
What should cause, a bouquet of flowers in a Vase
Nice scenery in a vision, full of dirt and Dust
Nothing clean, a beam of light burned my Lust
No misconception, a wrist broken from Swinging
A heart easily calm, by a smooth voice Singing
Created by a choice, just to follow what Inspired
Unable to be hired, questioned by the Unfired
Law got money off a chain, no game in Cocaine
Why deal to get a meal, the emotion shows Shame
Living a measurement, a stain you couldn’t Clean
A stressful scene, so obscene it maintains its Steam
Money on they’re glock’s, gangsters got it Wrong
No self destruction, by expressing oneself Strong
My pain resorts in a file, no style in what I Expect
Just to no I’m correct, a suspect in what I Intercept
A love to hate, lots of people know most is Evil
A aggression to hold a mic, to let it go so Lethal
The instinct can effect, by making you feel Incorrect
Provided with a list, leading the po to the Insect
Even I had to ask, whats the task for me to Live
Then run and hide, bonifide with nothing to Give

Silence got me by my ear in my own Dream
Petrified by its touch, feeling like a cloned Scheme
Playing me into the impossible of a Memory
Nothing dead, but I feel as I’m in a Cemetery