One day I was walking down the footpath When I say my reflection only to know I was shooked, stabbed In this destruction Need some peace back Felt an air, suddenly started my jet pack Fled fast to my camp when I saw my people were head banned Forged in the fire Theres a life in this horror High as a tower and simple as a flower And admit it its a shower Of problems which makes us bother Everytime we pen rhymes I dont care still but my brain chimes me whenever I try to overdo it It gives me a rare shine Pulls me a way back And stomp it all out till midnight. Yeah Getting closer of this tunnel which is gettin over Im waitin for the light to shine So I can find my way out to make it fine and yes this was the last rhyme.