i've been walking down a long route, but now
somehow i wanna get my song out, but what about?
well, my thoughts are clouded, shall i pout
or rebound from my drought?
i found my outlet and also my sound
still my talent is awful if my skills feel held down
i'm real exhausted, resultin in strong doubt
that i'll amount up to a proud and powerful mouth
i have felt like runnin but there's always someone to help
so while i am under a spell from Heaven and Hell
I'm ready to deal with whatever but fail
everyday pressure accells, it's never ok
i guess that i will forever be stray
on this planet i dwell
yet, i count on a challenge as a i wander around
wonder if i'm counterfeit; the clown of the crowd