I was yearning for pain,deep down I wanted the cure, plenty sure I was in chain mind n poverty allure, wounds infested by system canes from prophets of deities, how will I rest how will I make it out to of this nest, the fact that I'm poor the call me humble to only fix my puzzle streets making my life a matrix, they say the grass is greener on the other side but I cant see that side...funny if you think every begger would ride the horse of success n do fall short of pride. coz life tides are tied tight,poor sight dim light,you can't see the future you're a star blocked by sunlight,it eventually passes n darkness sprout now shine bright before moon light I was parking my bag pack for a journey to nowhere but I knew the place was there,ready for me on the way will be alot of trouble rough road sand storms nd even Eve's apple still I was dancing with shackles, strong to battle I will overcome every rattan every word of Satan his patterns still looking my self through their evil eyes that feed us lethal lies...damn sounds of hell yelling it's my time sell you soul n start to shine who cares,, what you want is what you get, life of a pet isn't worthy living in a tent is all a test or my true state what's yours is what you get