began rhyming when i was the age of 14 years young wasnt waving no gun and the depression known as the phantom has me going crazy holding up myslef like ransom my otherside had attached itself to me and sprung out like Charles manson had steady crept in and already begun run out like marylin manson took grip and take hold,wait no, of what youve become to be later known as a human named being no clone got a backbone parts of the human are missing you are not seeing who the fuck you dissing little old liam Kenneth hollis thier anit nothing wrong with being that honest with being an outsider too far gone but the otherside awaits within him to be a member of emotional feelings reeled in like fishing rods on a fishing trip i caught screaming sinning and singing in the madness cant trust this place he lives its badness his own pepole the friends hes with his own face his own clquie in the forumula thier is no eyes and no lips no teeth and shit and depression and tourture scars wounds open like head trama and brians attack victims get hit by a racket of records of pain and sicker shit it leads to an oil slick,go get the rounds and crew and clips and bars and stuff im hip hop until i die like biggie and pac they live though me its like they are alive on track when i rap spit bars and plan my attack for these so called chaps so slumber on that this is what it sounds like whey doves fly and die on this earth and crash to the ground man that hurts in a way that works dont qoute me just yet if i say im leaving this planet in a hersh my heads gone it couldnt get much more important than getting myself checked out first