I can hear my mic crying while i sit silently
I hear my mic crying-my mic crying
I can hear my mic crying asking when my time will be-
All I can do is keep this alive inside of me-

/All I can say is it's a day i pray I'm alive to see...

fuck the bullshit, i gotta pull this up outta me,
so many heads be doubting while my own head shouts at me-
inner-tension,imperfections,misconceptions, mis-direction,
inner vision twisting when living in indecision..
i'm trying not to listen to the bugs in my ears,
then the floor falls out- the rug dissapears,
& it's the ones i try to trust that pull it up from underneath me,
while those i don't know-somehow seem to see me..
from a distance, just close enough to look me in the eye,
& with a nod of our heads-thats our last goodbye...
my words too disturbed, nerves to worn & thin-
guess i learned to purge instead of hold it all within,
still sharp as lion teeth, rhymes Brian's Song deep,
lines shining vibrantly like a krylon piece
my underlying theme is an undying dream-
in a world that would rather see me die in my sleep..
this goes out to those that know about my this hunger & drive,
any head that can relate to my struggle to rise..
from one spot on to the next, cause & effect,
people try to read me- getting lost in the text-
a twisted mind misaligned, a lifetime or two too old-
eyes to wide-they pry through souls..
till the ones i truely wish would be the ones that understood me the most,
push me away if i stay too close...
so if i gotta live my life pressed up against a wall-
i guess my best deffense is just "fuck em all"...
the solitude will suit me to a tee i guess,
why should it bother you? it's my heart that bleeds through my chest..
if you remember me for anything-then let it be this--
anyone that's ever met me won't EVER forget,
then ask yourself if it was all just part of my plan---
but don't ever question a man you could never understand...