I lie awake in an awful state, tied to reality by invisible chains, it's a visceral cage like a liberal state, I'm in literal pain I made a viscious mistake, I got myself confused and I forgot the stakes, but I don't need views or plays to claim my place on stage or take my rightful place among the stars, I don't need money or fame, and I'm happy with the way that I am, I don't need to change, I just try my best and do the best I can, I might make mistakes sometimes be to blame, might forget to pray or struggle with my faith, but I'm always faced with a choice to make, do I walk away or find a better way to say the things that I need to say, so I write down words as a way to escape, and I'll use the verse to let go of pain, just me and the beat as I clear my brain, and I'm exercising my freedom of speech, and it's mesmerising when I let it free, let these thoughts of mine be at one with me, as I reach up high and then let it become, it's a riot, it's a riot, it's a riot, it's a.