what is it
to have meanin
to be conceived
as something
people publicly
believe in
is it within me
to be this
or am i just
another note
ridin through
the tides undertoe
theirs reasons
to think this way
ones cause ive died
the others what
sits by my throat
beneath the carpet
such a gun to hide
im riding
through this mode
thinkin despise me
or just go
but in the end
its all a cheer
people sent
to give me fear
or maybe lending an ear
but either way ill be
a deer in the headlights
of this steer
driving off the map
into the eyes
of evils sheer plight
dying for a near mic
to send out what i feel like