lost my marble, thinking i will never see tomorrow, crying tears of sorrow
leaving, dreaming, of a better place, cant erase if your time is on a paper chase
face, just like mine, color, looks like my brother, trying to kill me, life is not peace
problem, took me under the circle of the rapture of no tomorrow, thoughts to original to borrow
then, see the rapture of the wave, this slave cannot behave, while his rage is outside of the cage
never to seem engage, to the lower pavement, so save it, i know wat ive been through
while you sitting together with your fingers crossed, looking lost to the fact, that shoot close contact
racked up in the rattle, the sun burn my eyes becomes a rattle, never to be spoken of tomorrow, no love we are doom to follow
it is hollow, shallow, afraid of my shadow, blood, mud, rut, and the root of the problem is me and i dont know how to solve them
thoughts of me