I started to think, and then I sink into paper like I was ink when I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines I escape when I finish the rhyme overtime sublime anytime it's a crime I be in my prime with God on myside guide me to the light bright might bite so be polite slight tonight amen like Priest The Engineer, what a year appeared so clear near my career, got to focus what lies so dear, Liberty, misery, trickery, Never Victory hit em with artillery special delivery,witchery, wizardry even Scooby-doo can't solve that mystery....