The common heat of the rare cold,

human discovers me in a bare mold,

I, feel as if there's a candle

held, hell freezes coz I can dull

my, feelings,

and I am drawn, into the art that I can't draw

and the start was the last straw

I fell apart at a **** draw.

And to this day I still can't draw

quick, gun's jammed when my jam's on.

flick, lights back to the band that's on.

  I wanna fight back but my backs to the **** wall

Coz for pete sake I see these days,

when MCs say their energy's drained

there's no leeway

I'm Bruce Lee

no easy way,

so I fight to keep the success stronghold, long road a ******* freeway.

But I feel like I wanna bail from this crime scene

I'm coz I'm in jail for these rhyme schemes,

And I'm sick of breaking these bars down

so for now, that's a wrap and I'm screaming.