I would call what I do poetry, but i'll seem soft, If I did that the rest of my hope is lost. Ah nah I can't let that happen, so I stay true to the darkside of rapping. I can' let my guard down ah nah cause that's when I start go give in to life's attempt to assassin me as a whole, destroy my soul. so i'll kill myself to be stuck in a box to mold. A lot of people like me took that path, because bad luck was all that life let them have. Try to let it out, but no one understood, so they stop asking for help cause they no one could listen, help them stop the pain get them on track to a life that's good, and plain. So they brought upon themselves to end the shame, they were tired of feeling like they was given life in vain.