My bic, safe in my hand My bic, you light up with a flick Flames rise, and shine Dancing like a wisp My dancing flame You rise, and shine A sun within my grasp A light that keep me sane I donβt care about whatever, and whom to blame Was it all what fame? Or was it the crime, the victim. The scar that lead me to walk for so far Head full of shame going back home Carrying back a broken angel Standing strong, wrapped by darkness Blood dripping, tears dropping Pits of hell breaking open Screams shouting Lighting clashing Eyes luxation Worlds shattering Dreams dying Sleeping but now we are awaken My cigarette, my little flash stick Your little smoke rising up carelessly Fading away into the universe My bic, my flick, my little cancer stick Head shakes ******* this really breaks For Christ sake is living a dream make us any less fake? Why is there all this sickening hate? We are all but the same inside out I laugh as the answer But is this is human fate For we are creatures that just knows hate We need hate in order to grow to evolve One plus one equals two But whom I am I to spew this lines and spit these rhymes What makes me anymore different then you fo? For I am but a human waiting for his time I want to fly and I want to shine But I got gun down and stepped on But my heart kept fighting and its beats on My story didnβt end I will never stop my dance For as long as my pen is my partner My smile and laughter will go on