looking for that place where I can step back write a rhyme and put it to a track welcome to my trap never going back to a hood rat with a mouth like a gat spraying trash like a fact spinning there position just to stay living shits sad truth is they're out classed dead last no match while i strike a spark that sets a blaze to my whole path hot boxing life while my chest expands I'm a beat it like drum with my own hand while blowing out smoke to my true fans ...that's second hand... ticking like a bomb going off this detonation was planned when the smoke clears they'll understand I'm a catalyst of demolition just a lit fuse in hand mixing up the elements wherever I land