Nothing could stop me, no bars could drop me
Crying material wouldn’t set scars on top me
My heart’s still affected though my veins disconnected
I feel dejected but what reign’s a magnet
So I remain so stagnant, do you itch from mosquitoes?
They breed so freely, pests are bitches, mostly foes
So why are you a pest? Fucking insect, feelers and no eyes?
Cuz you can’t see the Fish but could smell it and you tell lies
Saying you smell a pussy, when I cry you push me
Telling me to jump off, but you know it’s bullshit
Deep in your heart, you want me to be your friend forever
Doing whatsoever with words that end so clever
Remember I could be alive or never
You could want to be my wife, whatever
I don’t need the shit, time for me to flip the script
Time for me to sleep on myself and slip the shit
Away, here I go again, with some deep motherfucking shots
Physically harmless bullets, but they ain’t your cumming shots
I’m still the flame to ignite your mind state
Still in the game, I don’t hide for rhyme’s sake
I’m not the type to go too deep like the Pacific
Neither do I intend to sound so cold like the Atlantic
I don’t need pink to attract me to come talk to ya
In the first place, I’m a fucking rock to ya
And I don’t need the whole world to be concerned
When I say things, I don’t expect them to be returned
I’ll be alone and it probably is a lot better
I prefer having Writer’s Block so I calm down with Andrea Fonseka
Smile to Leah Dizon, Megan Fox and Emma Watson
Laughing over nothing more than mere nonsense
Random comedy skits, I have probably reached
To a point I can’t possibly pitch
With speeches, political or lyrical
Meant to be poetic-al, medicinal miracle
Vaccine for swine flu, to prevent it from even existing
Like vampires, but no offense to Stewart Kristen
I’m down to confessions, I’m ready to hear it
But forget it, I know I ain’t even near it
I could tell it, I’m still lusting over a Swan
Bella, it’s been weeks since you were gone
I need your lullaby, Isabella
I need your voice to be the umbrella
Shelter me from the rain of pain, despair and misery
The words I often use so you care but naturally
You totally don’t, so let me out of this cage
I need an audience so that I could be proud on this stage
I can’t write rhymes and flows anymore and it’s proven
No more blood from Shakespeare, Eminem and Beethoven
In me.
, but the song had it's downs, keep on writing 
