You know its funny,
one day I was nothing,
One day I was no one,
Every day on my own,
Only darkness was I shown,
Was taught to raise my own throne,
Fight and be right,
War and no law,
More and no core,
But,

Never in my life was I taught to think,
Turn around! Miss, I need a hand,
But sure thing,
I had to learn to draft my own Sphinx,
Build my own lift,
Learn my own things,
Like,

I was never taught how to drop a rhyme,
Nor how too read time,
So here in my sick mind,
I was left with torturous lines,

But hold up,
Where did the skills I possess manifest?
From the milk in my mum's chest?
The bruises on my left leg?
Or just these messy scribbles of words,

Hey, ley needs a pay of pure hay?

That's a shame, I write the same,
Nothings changed my writings still lame,
But that's just it,

When I started scribbling these words down,
I always feared my fathers sound,
The things I wrote,
The pain he took time to provoke,

It changed me,
I guess it kinda made me,
Rhyming made my mind free,
Found my tree of purity,
Or is it my deepest sympathy,
Maybe rhymes are just me?

Like,
I can't explain my inner pain, without writing a song about love,
I can't walk around, without a beat playing louder than drums,
I cant say a few words, I gotta spit them all,
I guess that's why my songs, they ain't ever small,

I won't say I love you,
Instead,
Back at the start when I fell for you, never did I think I could be worthy of you, cuz
When I was younger I had a dream.
I was kicked out with nowhere it seemed.
I never thought the face I had seen.
Was the one right there, within my reach,
And,
Looking at the girl of my life only saddens me, why ain't you my wife, years and years I Could carry on my search, for the treasure that lurks, me and you like clockworks,

Now baby,
I wake up every day with a frown cuz your not in my lounge,
I see the morning dew, and instantly think of you,
Baby this isn't 1 or 2 days of the week,
Its every day I cant see,
You or the happiness you give,
Me or how u make me free, N ill sit in bed for hours, fantasising me with super powers, so I Could, give you what you wanted, soar like an eagle if you wanted, be right there when you wanted, id be, something like how I see you, my angel, super hero, sometimes my restraints, and for that you have my forever thanks, even if I go insane, your walking me up n down love lane, my love for you, higher then any plane, top score of any game, higher then I get n thats insane, but it's true, too you ill stick like glue, call me coo coo, ill say so's you, you'll know im right, cuz together we'll fight, baby for you ill fight any blight, ill save your kite, Run through the night, all for this great highlight, of the vision I see every time, I look at you, I look at me, the only thing I do not see is the ring that shall bound us together, but I can see, you walking down the isle, then standing across from me, can I hear the vowls already? Or am I over ready, wanting you so very, to be in my arms more than any, or am I just lost again? I'm sitting here, maybe i need more pens, perhaps more friends, more enemy's, well that's a tease, for you I'm on my knees, begging please, take my hand, allow me too be your man, and protect you, never would i neglect you, even if by gods I was sent too, baby you'll never understand how glad I'm that I met you.

You know its funny,
one day I was nothing,
One day I was no one,
Every day on my own,
Only darkness was i shown,
Was taught to raise my own throne,
Fight and be right,
War and no law,
More and no core,
But,

Never in my life was i taught too think,
Turn around! Miss, i need a hand,
But sure thing,
I had to learn too draft my own Sphinx,
Build my own lift,
Learn my own things,
Like,

I was never taught how to drop a rhyme,
Nor how too read time,
So here in my sick mind,
I was left with torturous lines,
And that's where we are today,
I write these words but these words are my shame
In my mind, all they doing is dragging my name
And here i am, i aint looking for fame,
Just wanna show people my lane,
Show you what its like to be insane, dude,
Feeling like your wrapped up in chains, rude,
Take a bullet straight through your brains, mood,
Feeling rain dripping pain, true

Now ain't nothing more painful then your mother crying,
Cuz in your hospital bed you are dying,
With the doctors hiding,
On the walls sits your writing,
A terrifying sighting,
Only inside now are you fighting,

And yeah i ain't been there before,
So you may ask what I'm spitting it for,
Maybe my sister, maybe bit more,
But I'm telling you now, were rotten to the core, of that i am sure, hents why my lines are all raw, and my mind is all sore.

And i don't plan on spiting ****,
If I'm saying it, you can assume I'm living it, and it may seem easy, the way i am putting it, but deep in my mind i'm dripping, slit