it takes 2 to conversate, it take much more to playa hate, some of yall can relate, the rest of yall just fake, where the eyes dont see nothing but dust, dawn is not coming because its very few to trust, live free is a must, but the thought dont apply certain eyes, people still criminalize and dispuise the lies, there for settle with the truth which they cant handle, there bodies often dismantle, there logic lost, there signals got criss cross, so the truth got toss and the lies became the boss, visions of the unforeseen, nightmares is there new dreams, as drastic as it seem, this is a good thing, because it reality, now there eyes is open for them to see, there ears are open for them to hear, that words do have fear, so why should shed a tear, sense high paraniod like a deer, life is filled with battles and death is wen the war is over, drugs keep me high but my thoughts keep me sober, its all over