yo...
There goes the bell for third period
I start typn this, pretendin i aint hearin it
Its the truth i need school... but i need escape
Sleep extra hours to keep myself from being late
I ache from work some one pull me from this deathtrap
Im steadily runnin for my life saying "Can i make the next lap?"
80 percent of my life is wak... the other 20 is rap
Playin game with the devil.. this aint yahtzee its craps!
Watchn bills stack, in other peoples greedy hands
People aimed at my opinions like kids wit rubberbands
I cant stand this any longer, how much time do i have left?
i feel closer to death, with every single muffled step
my eyes are X'ed... im feeling dead tired im im typn
so that i might find hidden meanin of life, mind heightend
this world is built on hate due to fighting, war, and bloodshed
guys chasing girls becuase they dont get enough head
ruff thread i deliver a message at top speed
squezzn flows like a dirty wet cloth from scholotskys (where i work dont hate...)
tell me devil... tell me god when will i see the light?
in the heat of a battle or a fight? A make believe love life?
every turn i take... i feel its a turn to face a mistake
i guess you could say im a "runaway", a well used trait
one i dont use to this date... due to my rhymes of hate
i dont believe in fate, but it wont be the death of me
ive left the hate behind in search of new destiny...

i dont know might be wak... if so... i must be pretty tired. hit it up with the critizm!