I'm scared of my potential And by not coming on this stage I would just handicap my mental. Now I could use my hands to trace this stencil But the picture wouldn't be so pretty. Because how can you picture what you can't see. And all I saw was my city. So I knew nothing better. Now I'm here with this pitcher full of poison for my soul. Trying to spew it all out before my insides get old And I decay until the point where I can't form a thought. Jail was always chasing me so I tried not to get caught. Statistics are funny right? Most can't look past them because they lack sight. Just praying to God that everything's gonna be alright.