From reality, when it's time to escape.
I sit with the pen, turn a clean page.
Wade through streams of thoughts, release heart felt anger and rage.
At night lay down my head, dream of lighting up a stage.
Forever, I walk this lyrical battlefield.
A huge heart, through msy veins pumping lyrical skill.
Just another page in my rhyme book.
A vivid dream for my mind to look.
This is how i get away, get issues off my chest.
Notebook, a pen, rhymes, and dreams.
That's what fuels my flames to gleam.