Trying to concieve what lies within,
No belief in the eyes of sin,
Each day, I despise the dim,
I wake up, and skies are grim,
Close my mind and rise to win cuz I know my time is thin.

Faith shattered,
Brain scattered with strained patter.
So much mundane chatter,
So I blaze batters to escape matters.

Buried in no man's land,
But must demand to make a stand.
Gotta write till I break my hand so that I can shape what's planned
A mission to escape the bland,

Remain hidden, pain ridden I make riddems

To soothe my soul
Contend with reality so I don't lose control
The news is old
So must make sure my views are bold,
So I can make my own way and can fuse my soul,
Must choose my goal

Wisely, cuz I'm sick of the same lane,
I feel like my brains tame,
So I spit truths to raid your mainframe.
You play the blame game,
While I blaze flames just to maintain