I've said it once before and I'll say it again
My fight is with words written in pen.
People try to change me by saying
"Who knows best?" But I'll shoot you down just like the fucking rest.
No one can change me for better or worse
I'm gonna strike back harsh words in my verse
Gonna drop back for a second or two
maybe I will just destroy you
I have a feeling of dread
As I lay in bed
What were the words of the wise
And who said "That if a man had a chance he'd change his life
maybe get rid of the emotional strife."
Hold on a second that was me
Oh yes I set the words free
I have a talent like no other something I wont share with another
Cause if its true then you will see
Dread is what is a part of me
I drop notes on an emotional level
Diggin up my past with a 9 year old shovel
Death and betrayal
honor and art
Damn thats a nice place to start
Once apon a time I was happy
Now my life is crappy
Every one says its up to you
Oh fuck that you don't know shit
Drop the mic and just step off