These are the juices of my creativity My very own muse Rock bottom and I have met quite often And I scrapped climbing back up I get tired and perspire cos its really deep Deep to lose a friend Deep to fail again and again So in my frustration my eyes will leak And the future will seem bleak Blood sweat tears I should hate you but i don’t In fact your flow reminds me of just how weak I am and just how strong He is Your flow clears my eyes to see Your flow makes me sad But these floors at rock bottom hold countless wisdoms and learning I do not grasp them always or immediately but when I do I never forget them Blood sweat tears Flow Flow freely