If i die inside my mind ;
there will be no corpse to leave my family behind
Trailing just before me are the monkeys on my back
eating all the crumbs from my mouth i couldn't pack..
This new terrain is dark
the sun hasn't won since my being isn't stark
Often times running in a circle from the past
the last could be first but in line they were passed..
A homie wrote something grim recently, was inspiring