Lyrically, I'm exponentially superior with an interior of morphine
more fiends hunt for my blood, my core stream is filled with opium seeds
coke is a dream, but dope saliva is a wish, rappin' with lava spit
clappin' for heroin hits, my mind is shit as I'm blind to it, I fall in pits...
what type of wall is this? nothing can barricade a brigade of faded ways
understand and discover, I hunt the beat like an osprey to waited prey
I awaited days to write from my heart, blessed with insight from the start
writing bright is an art, but losing a fight in the dark is bait to death's shark
Broken dreams to spoken seeds, converted energy to fusion breeds
my veins bleed, and the blood of the fallen soul seeps into my needs
then greed slips into my mind, the typical story of mankind
my hand's blind, writing has become a hobby, not a passionate kind
I should just stay at home, slip into the days of known, and slip away
my grip today is loosened, it's about to break, my pencil gets no play
they once said, ''who says we must finish, is those who have never started''
forever departed in my own zone, as I leave this time, empty hearted
worthless blood cartened, one sip causes you to slip into the land of the uncharted.