I can't even right my wrongs when everything goes left, Thinkin about when I write my songs I still feel the pain in my chest, Got the lights on but all im seein is death on a quest, if this goes on for long my soul will be locked in a chest, irregular no im not like the rest, something you test but losing just as fast And that got you pissed I don't give a shit its a hit or miss Locked down when i was a kid My soul cracked just a lil bit My hunger barely sparkin Thinkin i need a flint A few twigs, a fire Ina firepit Bars got you throwing a fit Resembling fiends fienin for a hit Every bar i write feels like the first lots of energy ready to burst, ignite the incite In-flight at midnight That side of me wont be in sight feel like the devils got a grip to tight around me All my demons feel like they are surrounding Dancing and prancing Red noses, all of em clowny Cant pay attention to them Cause they not around me Playin with their minds Cant waste a second of my time Right now my minds in its prime Spinning in circles like i spinned a dime But now,im ready to hurle but,i gotta make the game mine So i take a shot I gotta give it what i got Give it real good But i never ever stop Like i know i never should