storm bruing lightning strikes to the north of your body drop down to the ground static trapped like falling asleep on the couch while a boring show plays in the background still dreaming of hearing my sound surround the house surround sound speakers on blast police kick the door in for a thought of shots in the lounge disturbing the peace with mind out the doubt leave a message unattended evict the trouble with words from my mouth cover my face with rags from the ground i maintain my heat for the day and cool off with the beat on repeat to let loose the steam from my brain Staggering truth tryna make it to the end of the road survive the night with drips of blood from my knife in the hand of the mind steal thinking still thinking cut through bars of iron with jaws of life sentence at the end a full stop thats correct to say turn from the wrong path and start to pray