It's only begun,im slipping hits off my tong,im bringing what I bring and that's nothing,but tons blood ,heaps of scars,im angelic,an og relic,the keeper of thorns,i endore ,clouds of coluha, my eyes see right through it, like a stray bullet,i just knew it, and my nikes just do it, it's so amusing, living through the broken now I'm glueing, pursuit,im falling no parachute,i n cohorts of sorts, memories bleeding through my shorts, if. stand blinded don't stand behind me ,if I looking stand beside me and we can run though it, I'm used to it,grab the pain ball it though another strike that my aim,to win this impossible game, it's still the same,i been coming but now I came, look at the wreak of my insane, create change, make some change,let it clang,the meaning of everything, inside my impossible Sean of the twisted dreams,ive whipped the cream ,and put that cheddar in the cheese that's what makes the dream a reality. It's the malice that I'm powers me, to flood gates , disperse the hate, fill the crate of great ,and shoot the past mistakes, sinking wreaks in the great lakes of fake,ambition is the truest of the steerage , I don't need image, I need clearage,to erase my misgivings and open my eyes and start living