Lyrics - intro: Raw-Ill, finally bringing to life, The Archives Practically, a tragedy, but actually I was just in tune with my reality verse 1: and from an open window on a castle balcony I praise my love for hip hop and all the hate that keeps attackin me Whipped like a horse dragging pains as a carriage with no self-esteem there's no way I feel embarrassed cause i've been back stabbed and i've felt betrayal but it's all part of the story, I was destined to fail and i've seen the future by living in the past the only doubt I have is in the shadow that you cast so i'll fight for my love until the day that I die cause if hip hop is dead well than, so am I and i'll try to breathe life into my one time passion with the only breathe that I have left to ration and is this pen floating in my concentration some sort of hallucination, more like my imagination is anything real, am i a part of the scene hamlet, macbeth, and raw-ill on your magazine chorus(2x): cause i'm a dark superhero just fightin for the cause nobody understands me and i'm gettin no applause and when the plot grows thick it shows all my tragic flaws and i swear to god shakespeare wrote my life Verse 2: I used my life as a way to explain the metaphor but never let a whore set a score and i'm now i'm bettin more chips on the only square peg in a round table cut the cable to leave your situation stable unable to even deal with my capacity as i continue battling demons with no strategy then take my own family plus a ship of men as poison disperses from the tip of my pen I must blast myself, to fulfill my destiny evil grabs hold but wont let'em get the best of me I tried to do right with all the rules that you gave me death obviously was the only way that you could save me and frankly,i think I like it better this way I always said that I never wanted to stay so if it's ok, i'll just slip into the darkness shakespeare told me death to would be a hardship chorus(2x): cause i'm a darksuperhero just fightin for the cause nobody understands me and i'm gettin no applause and when the plot grows thick it shows all my tragic flaws and i swear to god shakespeare wrote my life Verse 3: If only it was easier for me to start dyin I'll never live forever but I guess I'll die tryin but is it worth it to try, why ask why when silence is what you get when they try to reply so why do you ignore me, i'm just a word smith who works with a dialect, say you never heard of it and to really understand, you have to read between the lines the hole is in the stage as well as in your minds go ahead and jump through it, i showed you how to do it one chance for life bitch, you just blew it so go ahead and keep acting, make me start laughing if shakespeare were alive today he'd be rapping break dancing on the floor, graf writing on the door getting pulled over but what the fuck for i'm a writer and a poet, but looks will never show it and from what i can see i guess you'll never know it

after thoughts of everything that i've said and after thoughs of everything that i've done the only thing left for you to do is just sit there and bite your tongue verse 1 left out in the cold and i'm still asking the rain is life worth living if i'm still masking the pain i cant hide it forever my sleeves arent that long a guilty conscience wont tell me what is right and what is wrong this life is looking crazy as i'm gasping for a breathe hesistating before i do so means that i'm asking for my death between my love for hate, my emotions are conflicted tasted the afterlife and can safely say that i'm addicted it only takes 12 steps, well i'm already 6 behind one of a kind, lost in a mind and i lost my place in line but i think i'll just take yours, do you mind if i cut and if you turn me down then i just might turn it up now is it loud atleast enough for you to hear the deaf say i'm def but i should keep my mind clear hard to stear through a storm on the stage which i perform cold as i've ever been but they say i'm getting warm chorus after thoughts of what i've said and thoughts of what I've done the only thing left to do is play dumb the only thing left to do is feel numb after thoughts of what i've said and thoughts of what I've done the only thing left to say is we're through the only thing left to say is fuck you verse 2 so why do i play life like a pawn in a game of chess forward and never backward only way to explain the mess pain and stress i guess was to hard for me to express thats why people told me that i should just hope for less but i'll keep hoping for more, or atleast keep hopin easier said then done when staring at a door thats closing but looking through the keyhole i almost see the light squinting oh so hard i see that its really not that bright atleast not as much as it used to be finally opened the door and i was a little more than confused to see death looking so helpless, i think i saw him crying told me he never lived then told himself that he was dying well that sounds so similar to my own situaution the voices tell me pills help with mental stimulation an observation that i never wanted to make all i needed was a minute to take now heres the break verse 3 never see my shadow unless he wants to chase me dont look in the mirror, i know that he wont face me thoughts become tasty oops i ate them all stuffing my face was the beginning to my fall and with a price on pain i've got twice to gain punch the sun in his face and be nice to the rain explain how i got no ideas or shit to trade only cigarettes and a lighter but i keep my ace of spades and texas makde me hold em and 2's are staying mild when i looked inside myself i saw the color gold and mild this child is a problem worse as i got older abandoned your reality and turned my coldest shoulder how do i express feelings that cant even be explained never wanted to talk with you, thats why i never complained about this disease waiting for a worm to bite the hook suicide became a dream and he helped me write this book Hook repeat 2x: well what if i did this or what if i did that well what if i took the time to get my head back on track but i can still hear the train what do i do next, fuck it,it's all the same

verse1 what if my words were worth, the paper that i use dead presidents i abuse, people i confuse always seem to lose cause i know i never win pass forever in a clever grin i know i never sin abe and george together in my wallet as bookmark larger bills on the outside only make me look hard book smart to the extreme, i have a dream of opening the curtain and exposing this scene plot and scheme the only way i know now wouldnt went legit but i didnt even know how the low brow of the gutter slowly winked at me need to know what he thinks or what he thinks of me drinks his tea when its time with a lump of coal or 2 swollen view of the exchange rate that he's walking through stalking you for a penny, all you have is a quarter be a big supporter but aint got nothin for her x2 chorus 1 well rhymes are a penny and i guess i'm flat broke no imagination i'm just a bad joke pockets full of change but theres nothing i can lend mental currnecy isnt good enough to spend verse 2 still pretend that its alright, when i know that its not undercover cop hot at the rhyme spot time got, too fast, and now i've lost my count stole my piggy bank for a song of the same amount claim about how you got skill with a song i wrote cost a blue note but u gave the world a new quote true ghosts dont write, not the ones i see unhealthy to think that know one ever really felt me or helped me when all they do is just laugh at him ran out of nickels and everyone's out rappin him strappin him down to the bottom of his coffin creates a catch phrase to get the whole crowd applaudin starts with "uh huh" and leads to "come on" tellin us he wont stop but that shit is just a run on and if rhymes were a penny then i guess mine are free cause i aint seen dime so i know that they must be x2 chorus 2 Well if rhymes were a penny then i'd be flat broke every song i make would just be a sad joke well atleast they're all laughing, there laughing at me sittin by myself wondering what the happened to me verse 3 it wasnt hard to put two and two together put a mic in my hand and i'll rhyme in all the weather unlike you, you untalented slut staring at the mic like you should pick up should i lend you some change or buy myself a hit never quit and come equipped with an extra rhyme for you to spit but if i can just spit rhymes then i'd spit em all at you clear view of the hole in your head that i can clearly see through me too they shout cause they dont wanna lead they wanted to beat my ass and nobody disagreed i need to grow some talent if i wanna be good and i'll have to spend a fortune just to be understood so the crowd starts booin, askin what does he know but still i freestyle like i just robbed a casino and leave no trace for you to come track me down its called the underground cause it dont wanna be found chorus 3 x2 well if rhymes were a penny and i was flat broke a dawg never would've heard what this cat spoke chicken scratchin on the table cause i'm that abstract on track in the back tellin the world how your wack if rhymes were a penny, if rhymes were a penny i want one, no four, just give me the whole store if rhymes were a penny, if rhymes were a penny i'll take ten, no fourty, just enough to support me if rhymes were a penny, if rhymes were a penny i'll take a hundred, no a million, enough to touch the ceiling if rhymes were a quarter, if rhymes were a quarter i'd only charge a penny cause i got too damn many

Verse:1 stranded between the moon and the horizon But my soul wasnt down with disguisin truth inside a bag, same one that he kept the lies in martha stewart told me that my stock in death is rising * as suprisin as it all might have been my mind finally opened up and let me use a pen so i could write a word to describe how i feel on the subject of knowing that life isnt real* so i deal on a day to day basis nameless until you see that I am faceless chase this dream into the depths of my soul we never got along until he swallowed me whole* i could see inside myself and discover who i am understand that reality is just a scam evil plan in a gold chain with a chrome tooth fast like a bullet changing clothes inside a phone booth verse: 2 looked inside myself and saw a soul bleeding me dry he was needing to cry and he was kneeling to die healing inside, atleast thats what i was saying everytime they'd want an answer not even worth replaying* i cant even understand how i broke down I got low mileage but whos the joke now laugh and point your fingers its all the same sometimes my parents would forget my real name* but i just shrug it off cause i dont really care go ahead and stare, talk with me if you dare my skin starts to tear falling apart at the seam still looking for talent, the only eye in team* my dream was a nightmare and i never even knew it tried to do it,but you told me that i blew it so i speed into whatever stretch imagination just broke down,no longer have a destination* Chorus: Quarters dont work on a broken payphone soul broke down in a tow away zone running from the lies and I have to stay stoned broken sidewalks doesnt know the way home verse:3 i've got correct change and still I get nothing Still looking for the pain that i'm supposed to be confronting something buried itself next to my brain Cause part of me is dead and the other parts insane* complain all the time about how i feel like shit stuck in a pit and think i'm gonna quit cause each day is a new tattoo on my conscience forcing me to believe that i will never really accomplish* anything at all worth bragging to my friends life's a rollercoaster but i'm wondering when it ends i guess that all depends on the ups and downs smiles and frowns while shattering sounds* of silence echoing in the halls of my reality mad at me but glad to see in the right lane of tragedy i switched to the left but there was nothing left could do crash head on into life and i dont know who to sue

Verse 1: My rhymes are outta the park like Mcguire on ephedra I know you wanna rap but there ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let ya because the chrisis is, I hold the mic inside the tightest fist now you're cryin my name all the way to your psychiatrist even he thinks you're the nicest bitch to try and hold your own your rap career was over before you touched a microphone and ever since you started, i just stop listening cause you sound more retarded than a deaf mute whistling just cause your music aint good enough for me doesnt mean you cant fuck dailey on mtv or get shutdown by mp3 dot com the only reason i like you is cause you got a hot mom i still think you suck, knowing that she does to good versus bad is like me versus you Still I ask a few witness to explain what they saw an ill as fuck cat that likes to spit raw Chorus: Ahead of my time, gotta flow, even though I'll be dead in my prime Last in line, but i'll be the first to blast a rhyme Optimus prime, out of his mind, one of a kind but ain't nobody's rap's outlastin mine Verse 2: I blast hard with a verse that's stronger than teflon say you wanna rap but better watch who's toes you step on cause i wreck on emcees like a demolition derby while you're battlin clouds in a dreamland like curby but dont be upset, i know that I'm a threat hazard to your health but aint even touched a mic yet i'll film your death and direct like kubrick while your girlfriend complains about your toothpick she needs a new dick but shes a tale from the crypt and milli vanilli luaghed when your fuckin tape skipped i could listen to you rap but i write to change the subject friends you're tight but never do that shit in public cant even talk straight without gettin confused bitch i'm the one who gave the red and white they blues I call it wack cause it aint rap or hip hop you couldnt even rock the house at a denny's pit stop Verse 3: mini thugs wanna rap but you know i dont condone it this aint baskin robbins and you aint the flavor of the moment just keep laughin and you'll see what'll happen dyslexia's a problem and not a style of rappin i'll spit nastier shit than Kodiak bear call a bitch out at a show like I knowhe back there and i throw out the insults but get no answer he's already on stage as a fuckin back up dancer I'll battle anyone who dare call themselves a pacifist laugh and diss this passionless half-a-bitch cock back and watch me as I crack his lip until he's mad as this, slash his wrist and him practice it and fuck anybody who raps just for a check to bank like cats filled with more shit than a septic tank when it starts to overflow, your rhymes will hit the fans cause your parents will be the only ones sittin in the stands

Verse 1: with only broken bones and shattered dreams life stands still and nothing is what it seems i find myself sitting with twiddling thumbs while my heart beats down to the sound ofmatching drums thinking of different ways to help me fall asleep with little bo peep telling me to count her sheep but thats all i can do, theres nothing to accomplish cant remember anything dont know if i'm even conscience well what if i was, it wouldnt change a thing still believe lies that any dream could bring and first i'll hit the notes and then i'll hit the pipe finally i'll hit myself because it's just my type flipping channels of ideas, maybe one will speak forming patterns with a slow and hateful leak soaking everything in sight until the answer is clear my theory on the chopping block, ready to disappear chorus: help me with my problem, it's sleep depervation burning midnight oil is my only motivation on location for cerebral stimulation telepathy, starvation, distant like creation verse 2: If dreams were real then i've died a million times lost my way once before for not following any signs like when knowledge replaces logic, and now i'm a suspect i must object can we change the subject i'm sleeping but i'm awake, awake but still dreaming thoughts of the unconscience would show me a different meaning and i'm talking to myself because theres no one elese around once was lost but now i'm found at the bottom of the barrel i was heading down I'm having too much fun on a slide that never ends always down and never up but i guess that all depends ideas i held inside in hopes that i might grow or die slow with a tight flow feeling micro scopic, stop it, grab the needle never drop it change the topic and still see no profit for i can see the truth but need no proof that death is just a dial tone in a disconnected phone booth Verse 3: If sleep could be personified, i'd become a mourner living a lavish life inside my favorite corner seeing pictures in the dark that i cant see in the light prisms of color futures never looked so bright blinding perceptions that are all lying dormit waiting til you have enough time to afford it recorded through my ram but seen on the monitor on the internet and now you're all on top of her can't just listen you should learn how to feel a distinguished line between a dream and what's real outcome disasterous, system collapses whos the fastest to drown with the masses this mask is a way to hide from society so i can criticize and not be told to do it quietly i might be hearing an altered complication just a demonstration of mental masturbation

verse 1: Draw my guns out quick as I empty the whole clip I've already won you haven't begun to spit and if you dont spit then I guess that you swallow wanna grab the reigns but only have the brains to follow when rhymes are airborn and rappin is contagious outrageous ain't no way that you can upstage this dont wanna be famous, its not in my priority and I wont cry if your label is ignorin me cause to me, your label don't even exist cause to me, rhymes are in the mind and not the wrist and this one here, is going through your head space between your ears means that you're brain dead and you better lean back or you just might drown give me a demo, i wont play that like homey the clown cause i'm so raw compared to most emcees i leave 'em all burned like blank cd's c'mon chorus: obviously, technology, is stoppin me from porperly steppin akwardly you're cowardly supportin this monopoly, logically we're all the devils property so put a stop to me cause i'm an ill type writer, an i'lltypawriter ill type writer i'm an illtypawriter Verse 2 Raw-Ill, been called a loner, make you a blood doner a step up in the evoluton of a stoner cells react with thc to put me in the zone make the microphone melt like an ice cream cone i cant help you out, it just happens naturally deeds done so well that the whole worlds mad at me and i havent peaked yet but maybe i will later for now i wish that god would learn to use the fader and i see myself a couple brain cells lighter thought I was a lover but rap made a fighter like servin emcees a case of arthritis it's punishment for thinking you could ever bite this then recite this to your friends as if it were yours I can tell that you're phony cause it's seepin out your pores spit the same bar like a record on repeat then try to compete with raps that aint even complete Verse 3 I'm a stubborn cat about to react and crack on contact to end your contract with a bomb track lookig for a happy place but landed here instead been dead since the first rhyme that turned my grin red my goal is to express, never to impress sorting through ideas cause this room is such a mess and confess to the paper each and every secret hope to myself that he'll never learn to speak it dont dare repeat it, that wall has ears stealing any and all ideas that he hears then disappears and is never heard from again until my song is stolen and appears at top ten with an action pack to blow out your place witnesses said it was a punch to the face so that's why they're bleedin, hell yeah that's why fans all reply that this cat is fly thanks i try even though i dont need to cause emcees that i face might as well be see through

verse 1: using only rocks and gravel as i record my travel talking with myself whe suddenly i start to babble making no sense, i dig through what i've found it's reminents of a sound simply called the underground my heart could only pound forcing diesel in vains i'm all night searchin workin my brains with hunger pains i can still grab the pen cause it's an art to be one of the top ten especially when rappers have no talents should be writin music instead of checks and balance still i'm playing artifacts that i found within the sand no overused logos never heard of a name brand this notebook is more than just words on paper hisory being aborted into a lifesaver now or later,well the sooner the better before hip hop leaves me in a Dear John letter chorus: and i remember the day when music was a form of art i say that i'm an mc, they say its not the normal part now i'd have to agree but for reasons unlike yours see i'm a writer, beyond the retail stores fuck your record label, i'm not one of your whores see i'm just a writer of a lost art outsider with a small part and i can't let you go til let you know that this (this) wasn't (wasn't) part of the show verse: what can i sacrifice with nothing left to offer words that i can slaughter cause they're mine and i'm the author lived it, remembered it, and then i wrote it down walked in the echo of a hollow and broken sound i can dig through crates to the center of the earths core still not find a reason why we work and it just hurts more In a world war, disaster blasting through the ashes sifting through the past is as truthful as the masses my glasses reflect, solar energy connect to chin check emcees that've already been wrecked pealed back a layer to reveal what was lost money blurred emotions just to deal with the cost and why exploit feelings as a form of entertainment that's better off bleeding next to me here on the pavement hidden in the basement, underneath the floor boards rackin up the score boards by throwin out some more swords kickin up dust to the wind, spittin up, bust with a grin showin all these rappers i can cuss as much as them and with my only friend, any drug's his name i'll revive the music for the love of the game Verse 3: scribbling rhymes on the wall, filling every crevice reading revolution and how they wouldn't let us speak so free on a m-i-c say what i want and be what i want to be typically, these crates can only hold their wieght but so far they havent even stood up straight it's too late to turn around and go home to close to the mystery of rockin a microphone searchin for an outlet somethin please work with me pulling out the fuses picking through all the circuitry why certainly, but not for long left your head ajar until i could finally right a wrong or write a fight song, just to feed my anger species of wirters breathing in all the danger no stranger to the power of loudly spoken words truth is logic in which the writer preserves in a sexy song with curves for DJ's to seduce sucking out the DNA and trying to reproduce a style of music that might die after i do and i'm going to live forever or atleast i'm gonna try to

chorus: rain is weather and i'm wantin it to pour well pain is pleasure so keep beggin me for more chains and leather just arent for me but bring it to the party and i guess we'll see verse: It's Raw-Ill, bitch, style not a name can't complain casue i'm just not the same and you say you hate rap, well i do to hip hop is the way comin through with somethin new and i expect respect cause i'm givin music depth while mainstream artists say fuck the concept but i light a spliff and hope i never write a hit i'm at a height to spit and i just might fight a bit ot quite legit, cause it's not on my agenda pop music sucks and i'm not sorry if i offend ya cause you have no taste and cant even embrace'em with cotton mouth worse than casey casum the billboard charts aint a list of hits it's a hit list for those deserving pistol whips shit the hits and it's still on the tip of your lips but go ahead and get the last few sips verse: high tides on a day with an empty crowd i breathe hip hop and i can say that i'm proud i say it loud when i cuss and swear and piss in public cause i just dont care i see that glare, you look pretty upset but i can only laugh and have no feelings of regret let me know if you feel any or anything at all and if anything should happen, i've already got my ear up to the wall i guess i'm somethin original not too subliminal lookin at me like i'm your typical criminal but this is new, hip hop had to improve make me wanna throw down, go ahead bust a move cause you cant bust a rap and i think that its wack i already attack while you're thinking of a comeback so just step aside and let the pro take control dont even bother spittin the rhyme that you stole Verse: I'm a type of cat that wants pat to say jack oops, did i say that, still waitin for the playback better stay back, cause i swing for the fences destroy your senses and leave you defenseless and you say it hurts but theres pleasure in pain only words can apply that kinda pressure to your brain not yet insane, i'm still a work in progress often obnoxious pickin up and throwin objects i'm constant like an everflowing fountain of youth spoutin the proof in the valley of a mountain of truth found in the roof of my mouth wide open died smoken that same words that i was soaked in i'll drench the paper until drips outta my backpack 3 years away from black jack, hit me and i'm a crack back almost as flat as the rat pack but it's no excuse sit back, relax and take the abuse

I remember the night i went to be with the wind and i when i woke up i was a ghost in the world that i had lived in opened my eyes to the bright sting of the sun feeling a sudden urge that just wants to get up and run not for fun it's because i've never fealt this way i'm compelled to stay i never dealt with this dismay i can't smell the decay but i'm trying to catch a glimpse of life or death or better yet the apocalypse such a crock a shit an answer needed to be found my heart was beating faster, faster than the speed of sound sixth sense tingling and now all i can see is evil in the middle of a city and all i can see is people i stare into the masses even though everything's a blur nobody had a face impossible to tell who they were only one of them stood out, a kid probly in his teens angry at life cause it wasnt what he saw in his dreams stood and watched his every move as time kept going the wind kept blowing and the traffic kept flowing but why was he chosen, but then again why was i couldnt grasp the situation so why bother to try wanted to cry cause i knew inside he was pleading that the world understand that inside he was bleeding wanted to sit down too confused to even think but we were face to face before i could even blink or atleast thats what i thought at first until i saw his identity and now this place hurts he had no eyes,nose, or mouth only a set of ears that disappears with each painful word that he hears next thing i know the crowds are all gone and the sky begins to look as if all the clouds were drawn then erased and slowly wiped off the page darker still of the night from the inside of my cage and with the skies almost black they we were in the rain i watched the world slowly washed away his pain it dripped down his clothes, puddles at a time slowly flowing towards me and soon his pain was mine seeping through my existance altering perception digging through veins feeding my infection not showing any reason, not even a hint my mind can only sprint as both my eyes squint and with no sound at all it took a hold of my vision these beautiful lights are simply a composition fluttering in the myst of a red sunset knowing that this dream wasn't quite done yet this was a sign, something lingers in the message but i could never find an answer, with a million guesses they burned my eyes with dancing flames i could only watch, not even think of changing frames because these lights, these lights, surrounded everything around me all i could hear was my own heart pounding sounding like an earthquake ready to skip a beat adrenaline shot my soul to the sky and then it hit my feet finally at my peak but it wont stop there all these beautiful lights, how could they not care and i look back at the man, still unable to speak the beauty of the situation made my knees weak he wasnt even talking but i could hear his words telling me to be still so i could gather my nerves the rain started pouring, coming down harder realizing my position to hopefully grow smarter still watching him as hes looking at me started to fade away into the empty sea and as he became a ghost, i became a man with the quickness of distraction i can finally understand that this man was me but so was the ghost neither of these seem to bother me the most all the pain that i fealt and the beauty that i saw were signs from a future only my mind could draw it all came from me, pouring out of my skin i just needed a medium to let this life begin and when i woke up from this dream, early one morning I bumrushed the world without any warning and it was all because of those chorus x3: beautiful lights floating through the pouring rain millions of colors hoping to ignore the pain the more things change the more they stay the same except this time i'm not afraid to play the game because of those

verse 1: a beautiful night disrupted by devilish people clouds circling in their place feeding their selfish evil respitory system crashing, thoughts after collapsing the last thing i heard was the murderer keep laughing watching violent air slowly escape from each lung with heaven unsung breathing off the tip of my tongue feeling every wound spilling forth life support and i'm painting new lines on this basketball court they're just standing around saying my cut looks unhealthy staring into eyes knowing that none of them could help me oh, what a place for games but this one isn't fun saw the smoking gun and the law says that i'm done first it took my breathe, then my ability to move a million thoughts about death but would it kill me to improve i'm not in the mood but then again i never am succeeding in life was never part of the plan but neither was death and i guess it never is the world still within my reach, left only to reminisce remember this face cause you'll never see it again fades away like the ink from this invisible pen chorus: the simplest of minds will eventually talk it's a shame to see our lives being outlined in chalk but this is now my home, is there a place for my hat let me take off my shoes so i can just sit back relax, now i'm free of cares going up the stairs in thehome of unanswered prayers verse 2: as everything around me slowly goes the distance i've lost everything except a feeling of resistance for instance all colors are gone and now i live in the dark waiting an eternity for the lights to finally spark and when they do, i cant say i know what to expect but so far the only thing that i fealt was regret maybe i could've done more or helped out a bit but how could i do that when i always feel like shit well it doesnt matter now and it never really did my only excuse for being lazy is I was another silly kid i'm tired of waiting for my fate to be decided inspired by hating the taste of being united where am i going, up or down i'm all around squinting and staring just trying to find the ground good or bad right or wrong, now it's only a direction saw that there was an end upon closer inspection chorus: x2 verse 3: waiting for eternity for fate to determine me i'm hoping that a higher power might refer to me they already murdered me and now i'm stuck in line no sense of time in a waiting room of this kind not sitting on clouds but i hear a constant thunder souls rejected to hell when will they call my number this rooms getting hotter starts spinning like a chopper thinking of a heart attack but why even bother i'm already dead so how can i feel the flames death seems like another one of the parkers brothers games the walls are turning red and faces seem to be morph and form a pattern i'm now trying to absorb i've slipped into hell without even being told those maniacal bastards how could they be sobold why am i holding a shovel and lifting heavy rocks sweating puddles in a place so blistering hot i knew this would happen but you could've atleast told me that demons were the only ones strong enough to hold me

verse 1: critics said this was a trash can masterpiece with disaster speech my pen'll be the last to cease atleast overpopulation has decreased since suicide's the only conclusion we could reach please don't preach cause i don't believe in confession my first impression comes from an akword direction perception of my objection stands between lines it's the same shit happening a thousand times but still i try and remain ill at ease please cure me of all the pain and the disease the slightest breeze could carry me away with demons poking at me they'll bury me anyway not in a friendly way even though they're wearing smiles with shovels carrying piles while tearing me through miles it's not just a song it's things that i should say watch the rope sway, hope and pray, that i can cope with the day i stay in check through my notepad, this throw back and i know that i need some light if i want my head to grow back i need a camera to film the sky before it goes black and i need some action so tell me where the hoes at ready to roll film to entertain the crowds but like the family circus, my thoughts are in the clouds chorus: and with all that said & done go ahead and cue the music see the play button but dont know how to use it look around, this ain't the place to be only yellow tape and the blood of an enemy he was acting unfriendly tried to offend me verse 2: cause i didnt do shit,so i get no credit wrote it never said it cause i knew i wouldn't regret it it's so easy to see when it's all right there and i'll keep it that way just to keep things fair go ahead and talk shit but I hope you read the program i'll rap for food if i have to cause i bow down to no man even if it was the end theres no way that i could sell out tell major labels eat a dick and get the hell out i dont need russel simmons to make me a def jam pickin it up where it started and i feel like i'm the best man i'm less than perfect but i thinks it worth it to dig for an answer whether or not i should unearth it i'm startin to breathe heavy so i try and stand still another body decapitated heading for the landfill explosion of a crash site where angels slowly burn looking back i realized the point of no return i stepped to side and waited for my cue as much as hate it, i'm one of the priveleged few verse 3: cause i paint pictures even though my colors blind my pen is red blue or black and not no other kind some other time i might switch but it wont be soon until i finally find a way to rap through a cartoon and i wont handle barbara but i had to warn her brother that the cartoon network was gang bangin her mother and to keep the picture in frame i add a little tilt colors ran, the paint spilt, all down the house that i have built sit back down or else i'll have to use a rhyme you cant fight a crime unless your rap's as tight as mine at the speed of light, still in the range of my sight like a star hoping for that miracle tonight only living life as an idea for me to write on fuck the pop culture cause i'm a writer not an icon explode like a pipe bomb laced with cyanide smoking cigarettes in a race to try and die fight the lie with only broken sticks and stones then comply to a being made with lonely open brick and bricks and this time spent here, for now it's just a memory i gotta go, cause no one will remember me chorus: x2 and with all that gone and out of the way open your eyes for the minute replay but grab your shit cause the shows almost over thank god, cause i'm tired of bein sober

living in society where objects are material feel like i need a gold spoon just to eat my cereal wipe the sweat with a twenty but it wont erase the look both eyes staring, i already bit the hook drink your coffee, expect me to fill your cup if you really wanted to change, you'd get a job and give that shit up cause even a million bucks wont ever be enough get off stage, your 15 fifteen minutes are up an abrupt hault, on all your foreign contacts deal with the devil without understanding the contracts writing off your soul for a better tax return breathing out only to help pass the germ this isnt a game show and u cant phone a friend contestants are scared to ever go home again cause everybody in the world fell in love regis they prolly believe him over spoken words from jesus i dont believe this, an all expense paid trip to the unemployment line cause i quit the day shift so you wanna be a millionaire well it'll take more than 3 life lines wanna get rich quick, bitch it'lltake more than 3 life times all the money in the world, you still wouldnt know how to fight crime how you gonna get shit done by sitting on the sideline so who wants to kill a millionaire, i do, cause you couldnt be as broke as me even if you tried to the answer must be read in the form of a question next contestant sitting in the back section ready to play the price is right twice at night cause we like to keep the game nice and tight try to boost ratings for commercial appeal sell out no matter how contraversial it feels it's not reality it's just better editing cancel your show then your life, it's all unsettling never crediting those who really deserved it tell me it's not my right, but i guess just reserved it the clock is ticking so go ahead and spin the wheel and if you're lucky enough you just might catch a steal you better buy a consenant and then maybe a vowel f u to pat sajack after i won a beach towel dont have a cow, you havent won anything yet the odds are against you and i'm not willing take the bet filled with regret for taking door number 2 without the mystery box the crowd wouldnt know what to do take it away johnny and tell em what they've won a night with bob barker so you can try to make a son i'll let vanna white light up the board for some rowdyness wanna be the first contestant killed in front of an audience keep your hands on the buzzer it's the daily doudle no weaker opponets ever gonna pay me trouble just act dumb while the world grow is growin older not even 21 but i'm the closest without going over this isnt for pride, you just want a new car cant trust the crowd cause they're almost as stupid as you are finally gone too far in trying to please the sponsor and now you've turned into some kind of ugly corporate monster getting suckers to answer questions that arent really that hard while trebek acts smart reading answers off a card theres so many prizes, based on what you wager how about a months worth of service on your brand new broken pager if thats not enough, how bout a trip to hawaii paid for everything but thats there way of trying to buy me without spending a dime there was a lesson to find tempting me with a mountain of money to big to even climb it was down to a final question, hoping what i say is right this always end in death and i said what is life i'd like to solve puzzle but the pieces never fit they wanna see how far i'll go before i say i quit lit my cigarette and made my way down the isle took a commercial break you better not change that dial i wont even smile even though i'm on tv cause its not like anyone in the audience can actually see me i'm in 3-d being displayed in color making viewers at home want to hate one another i stand at my podium body fully alert that the crowd is there to help me do my work but they're all just shouting as loud as they can trying to carry his voice over the next man survey says you suck with 3 red x's trying to get answers out of dead contestants

Intro: my reflection was a distorted image life is just a scrimmage for death under my heavy breath , so upset cant feel the words when i only write them down i bite the sound then tell myself to hide the frown they're all around staring at me from their seats swear and laugh me off the streets they never cared but please be prepared cause i'm not scared Verse: i'm just a little lost on the path that i have chosen cant get a refund on the roads that i have stolen i'm forced to move forth, but with no support headin up north judgment from the court so i appealed to the state then i sealed my fate proceeded by myself as i concealed my hate i lived life like a joke just to make you laugh meant everything i said, it's too late to take it back i tried to prosper by being true to myself speak how i felt unlike everybody else it was a burning feeling of hate and pride stepped inside and slept then died she slowly cried a tear i felt was mine but maybe, maybe it was time but i've thought about the world and how much it sucked no sense of unity and now you're all fucked as lame as the same, now you're out of luck i can see the truth and how we need to change they say that i'm strange, and that i'm deranged so i arranged my depression as a form of art loved hip hop but did't look the part had the heart and a pen in my hand never had a plan but now I understand that to spill my feelings, i'd have to bare it all tell you how I feel and you don't care at all but i still kept going even though you walked out knowing you have nothing better to talk about and for those who stayed wishing they could help me looking so depressed and feeling so unhealthy so i took a chance and started out on my own pretty soon i fell in love with a microphone no longer alone, i've finally found partner mary jane is a friend and helps me to grow smarter and the night time, became the right time to dig through the past for an answer that i might find but never did, even though i tried my best wish for something better when i lay my head to rest chorus: on the stage of life, my performance was to die for closing my eyes to hide the tears only made me cry more why lord, should i believe in u, u never believed in me for as far as i can see, this life is half empty and this my final vow as i take a final bow Chorus: interlude chorus: