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trying to trace invisible lines
my minds on data overload
much too heavy to hold the load
my broken wings taking flight
no headlights so I disappear
in the night my mind tells me
I'm not alone in this fight
I take a look around everybody's gone
beaten on bars no one’s at home
to let me in sun beats down on my skin
feels like mace in the face
moving like I'm in a foot chase
running all over the place
through alley ways, over brick walls
backyards with barking dogs
hella bent arrested development
sealed in a envelope orange like
cantaloupe melon feeling like a
felon I'm bailing out hearing footsteps
in the night give me a light
for this blunt this smokes for real
it's not a stunt I'm taking it too far
back to put up a front feel the brunt
of the joke don't go for the okey doke
I'm high on pavement ask me how
my day went on the roadside where
cars keep passing me by like
drive bys this kind of life is suicide
yet too adventurous to go inside
just call it passing time if it starts
to rain I must oblige too dangerous
to get struck twice by flashing lights
acting on impulse am I breathing
feel my pulse some of my folks
hate me but no blood lost I'm not
bleeding, I'm not pleading to get
my soul back I had to pay a hell
of a cost suicide is nothing when
you want to die but it's everything
when you just need to cry who's
by your side no one’s by mine
who can you trust just to get by help
to ease the pain you feel inside
reach in and massage your heart
back to life somebody screamed
"PLEASE TAKE MY LIFE"
all this pain feels like a stabbing
knife looking out for pain killers
tell me have you seen the dope dealers
I need the ghetto healers to lay hands
on me give me something to set my demons
free where would I be if I wasn't true to me
accumulated enemies so called friends
are who they use to be the truth behind
my lines deep in the temple of my mind
what are you trying to find stop picking
my brain It's the pain that's driving me
insane it's not my frontal lobe I'm under
the curse of Job will my ending be
better than my beginning started
I was born unloved and broken hearted
hand me that bandana to wipe the sweat
from my brow my minds on fire and about
to explode aggravated mic in hand and I'm
talking loud is this thing on? many faces
out in the crowd trying to figure out what it is
I'm ranting about enthralled like their looking
at me in a crystal ball I kicked a trash can over
and woke the law just trying to get my
frustration out through my art from the heart
please let me talk got me a ticket for
breaking some kind of law crossing a line
that I didn't see apparently drawn by the enemy
