There’s a bunch of thoughts floating around in my mind
And i don’t know how to attack them one at a time
So i open up my notebook and spit a quick rhyme
Which is a sign
That very much like you wine and dine
I’m unashamed and unafraid
I dont need a maid to have it made
I’ll build it myself
Just put two feet on the ground
And listen to the sound of my heart
Whicch is a drum
The rhythm speaks in tounges
And i want to comprehend it
But i cant so i just send it
Away to my love
Who knows i lost my mother
So she always tries to fulfill my wishes
Which is amunition
Just as tuition gets you a colleges degree
Can’t  you see
Its the memories of the darkness
That push us down
Bit without yhem we’d never have a place to stand up
Now i realize
That we all disguise ourselves
With the things that actually deprived us
From a life that to our demise
Will continue as we rise
To the sky