I need a fresh page,
to vent stress, pain, frustration and rage,
complicated conversations with satan, playing chess with my brain,
Obsessed with the reign,
Aggressively passive when im playing,
Every passage i take leads me back to the base of the flames,
Back to the hate and the pain, im trapped in a cage in my brain....
I find it hard to talk so i put facts on a page to explain,
That will stay the same,
I dont have to establish a name,
My passion aint wrapped up in fame, my passion aint rapping on stage,
But to rap is like crack in my veins, when i rap i get jacked up for days,
But i cant relax coz my bak is in pain,
It carries my slack from the strain,
A mattress cant ****** it away,
I'll carry it back to my grave,
Thats where i'll have my escape,
Rest in peace me,
Because when im dead i'll be free of the stress and the grief thats been eating me....
Recently ive been seen on streets, heating scenes like im eager to reach my dreams,
I aint eager to reach them things if u could see them u'd see my reasons....
I aint leaving, but i aint there,
When u look in my face theres a blank stare,
Theres so much **** going on in my head, when i take a stake i just stay there, and drift away,
i aint really hearing the **** u say,
Im here with a beer and a spliff to blaze, although i wana be near u i need my space, and my sober minds too clear to face,
im alone in my eyes but i feel ok,
Im aware of the fact that im never coming back,
So every time im on a track ima leave my trace so u can see me seek my fate,
This aint an easy race....
Even rats chase cats when theres cheese at stake.