Only shadows and self doubt surround me
Logical impairment around me
I try to break something real
But life is a bad crack deal
I stab myself in the chest
Not impressed,self digressed
Get so stressed
What's for the best?
Am I really real though
Work for a little doe
Drinking tinnies of the beer bro
Mind moves slow
And I've got to show that I've got to go
...so
Am I a real man?
Or some artificially created man in a can?
On a life's ban no tan of a bleeding sun on our skin
What is within?
But sin?
I begin
To move a step forward into the shadow
And you know
How you grow so go bro
Grow slow,so you pro