hearing the sounds of sirens at night, wondering did that person struggle to fight for his life, summers hear so i know death is busy
the loneliness feeling empty, emotions is vacant, the covers cant cover my open wounds, so i drown out the inner fool, which kept cool
through the hot summers, underneath but the under i cannot breath, free like the birds in the trees, closed bars dont see me
i want to get back in my mothers womb, or the aftermath life sets in the tomb, ive paid my dealt to society, where did it happened somebody lied to me
cry in threes, or they cry against me, confused, lose but you still will be amused, dont assume nothing, take as certain fact, resume to the flaws that we all lack
crack, bullets fly, close compact, die, death is on its job, broke, so im looking for someone to rob, choke, under the pressure, looking at time to get better
i dont need this forever, but i love the grind, its plays a part, im used to crime, cant set me apart, from the things i feel thats divine, i was here from the start
only time is in my mind, head as head as a rock, seldom shocks, but the body still shaking, the aching of the formula, i dont put my trust in you, only like great minds know we through
RHONE