Wondering in my chair when my life will pass
spilled past the bloodshed and worthless past
tears cried furious pain, worshipped and slain
gained a coffin, on wood is my engraved name
politics, plottin' shit, singing songs of shame
acknowledge it, polish it, using tongs in flames
asking about my death, just brings up a game
why do you keep stalking me, are you insane?
I treat life as a gamble, juggle odds in favor
the way to truth is to show God's my savior
my behavior, has been subject to darkness
but what did you expect from heartless
selfish individuals who were born to die
slapped back to life, and was scorn in lies
walk into my school, and was torn by eyes
My life is run by lucid dreams.
Grab a life, twist my rhymes as I flow on a page
glow with this rage, caged, and shown by my age
blazed, crazed with a rhyme, blind in the dark
sparked by this art, smart, behind my own arc
I'm the shark in the water, author of my life
smolder with this strife, diced by my own knife
music is my wife, twice she has saved my soul
saved by tolls, bold, everything he gave me stole
a role in my heart, start my own engine to turn
get venom to burn, firm when these words are stern
impregnate with sperm, this lovely instrumental
detrimental with mental lyrical elemental credentials
experimental, as I switch glows with rich blows
stitch gold, into my bold rhythm induced syllable flows
we know who goes, who stays in the scene
My life is run by lucid dreams.