
i'm defined through my ink
that i use on the page
im confused is it true
theres a muse to my rage
i use it to sway
any views that stand in my way
display a sense of venom in me
when i go on the stage
and be renegades
they be like dude is a great
i'll be his fan until the day
that his music'll fade
but it's theraputic
so who's to say
and who's to make
them kinda statements
and portray me as crazed
this is the very reason im a radio waves
defending my side, fighting gays who isn't straight
theres a misconception bout my affection
i only have love for one girl, her illuminant gaze
could light up a room quicker than a rocket could blaze
the faces off of the spotters, and fly up to space
but if it takes me to be non existent
for ya'll to listen shit that's what i'll do , make that my mission!