yo these thoughts they got me trapped in a box, why the thoughts haunt me at night drunk again thinking with no thought, id write some real shit just to push me, off the ledge too many drugs got me oding like heath, who can hold the cloth thats beneath, have i really landed or am i on my feet, i try to scribble thoughts but it burns below like heat, people bother me like a landlord when you gonna sign the deed, i got a family to compensate for and feed, im trynna make it out this place can i belive? the god lord has a plan, he puts on a right path but will i land like a plane, i never asked for all this sadness and pain, drugs and booze, im stuck in a board game its clue, i remember being a younging not caring, look in the mirror who is staring, i drink to forget my life if only i could fly up like a kite, ive lost the touch of life, i care about times that dark and light,