Purpose being what it is
A hallowed wall of mindfulness
The last cigarette smoked
A partition in a ****** mind

Grasping for breath your blood runs blue
I turned the key; Locked your door
I ran away

Are you safe Miss Grandeko
Because I'm still running today
From all the voices alive in here
My purpose supposed in willingness

I cannot compete competently
with your glass ****
You see loves bitter toil has no mercy
and yet I still breath

My brethren, your prayers and this head trauma focus my hopelessness
So I ride once again with lawlessness
With only Yeshwa at my side

I compete fondly with purpose of this I know only too well... E x i s t e n c e