Shine

A heart of gold lost when the cards all fold, a soul taken away when the maker gets old, this story of a making, a story where one ain't ever breaking, things start shaking so i start taking my time before playing my role, fall in line... only time can tell, will i prevail or fall under another evil spell, where is victory where does it dwell the pages can say something but only truth can tell, what it is that is what it is that makes me me, a defiant under the hanging tree, will i ever make it outta where i placed to be, smiles can talk but its the hurt that remains when i walk, through this life of mine, my mind wants to expand but i can only rhyme, to kill time, so only i can find a way to still be fine, even when laying in bleached soaked sheets, dampered when my eyes reached for stoked beats, so i speaks in a different tone rap like i have my own throne, in a kingdom without a King, my own zone, trapped down at the bottom of all these pages my whole life story trapped behind all these hidden rages, i can feel blood drip from my body onto the pages then off onto the floor when i went for it, when to roar for it, i hit each door before it, understood who i was or who i was meant to be, so on my way out, falling and drawing blood shed images while going out the corridor was just simply meant to be, tales are sad some times, i guess the only one i can share is mixed within one of those times and a missing piece where only one Shine's