but feed me anyway tr please?
im a castaway, stuck in shades of eternal gray,
color? increasingly duller, tamed is the burning flame
im a painter without pastels, urning to make a name
determined to lead the way, stay tricking like david blaine
stomachs churning, day after day feel contricted like snakes pray
yurning to get away, afflicted the minute i step on stage
confidence is dimnished, feeling contempt, like ive been played
by my own mind, undermined by my insides, cut deep like fish filet
but come back with raps that trash, beat with bass that'd break souffle
get a taste an get away before it takes your face to graves
i am not here for games, im here to be heard and not to play
