This is a work in progress but feel free to up any comments....
the audio to this will be coming soon as soon as i get a chance to hit the studio again...ENJOY

[Verse 1]
I let my brain drain on page, hold it down like a paper weight,
think days'a change? they aint, they proly stay the same,
inhalin, smoke slowly collapsin my lungs,
raps from the back of my tongue, pass through my gums,
Im findin simple shit hard to understand,
philisophical, illogically usin the pen in my hand,
I don't use it write, nah, its deeper then that,
is a connection from my thoughts to the pad and back,
missusin my brain, my train of thought,
dudes is crazy caught, thinkin what bravery cost,
the days we lost, blazin, dazin off,
thinkin the after life better then facin court,
aint enough time in a day but always time to die,
shit been off since lady luck went dyke wit life,
its hard to sleep at night, the dreams and sights,
seein my life flash before I meet the reapers scythe,
but I mean, do we even die? or switch souls?
we blinded by the the sight of how bright our wrist glows,
it miss shows erythin we learned in the past,
headin toward a dead end we gotta find a different path,
the future's all we control, memorys never fade,
will we ever change? hopin for better days,
but, you never really know, until it comes,
and most don't finish their asperations, before they done...




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[Verse 2]
riddled wit haters and sinners, waitin to get us,
its blatent but you won't know til' the day that they end ya,
its fated remember? well thas what I heard,
you learn alot from those dudes that sleep on the curb,
the ones that aint lost it, often insight,
they see more then the rest of us, cause they talk wit they eyes,
old blind man, spreads his message on corners,
gettin ignored but, he don't know, he neva done saw us,
the earth don't stop spinnin for none,
yo chance of makin big, litteraly a million in one,
but those who quit, get no respect from me,
technically, how can they be seen respectfully?
on the path, you can't change whats destined,
but with strenth in spirit, you can walk the stair way to heaven,
these deep thoughts keep on, reachin out,
people doubt we about to find a common ground,
those who aint sin, must have lost they souls,
we aint on the same page, I write more then most,
the reason Im troubled, is cause Im stubborn probly,
they say I got the mind of a scholar, jus a younger body...

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