product of my invyerment fuck with no body i be riding quick anit gone hide the stick cant denie this kid get excited over minor shit all the my addalesnt years steal vi-o-lent rosin bow for the violen speek in song when wroten down my life at risk my heart on paper tell learned to type it quick time and tears of the pain suppressed get if off my chest or ill ride again and somebody defide again light em up want the smoke with out a lite in hand throwing mits fire um in voucher from hell i been caliding in sticky hand call me spider man sling web waiting for the fly to land so far ahead just waiting for my flight to end get so high fail then try again no lie no lose intell i deside it is i dont condon it dont go try this shit my life on the line just thinking bout it get me high again then heavon drops down and invited in love the sound my kind of win tell then weather through the storm with the thought your palm in my hand