• My mind is made up of too many fallacies

    False emotions, corrupt logic, to the end of reality

    Blinded by the sight of whatever I could be

    Only makes it worst, till the point I made a rivalry

    I made a rival to the world, its pretty treasures and its pearls

    It's satisfaction never completes the swirls

    Of the ideas floating through my mind

    My prime target is not to shine, but to create a level

    Where my good music is appreciated to the angels

    Curse all the devils who oppose lyrics and stylistic flow

    That forever was given to me, but where will I go

    If i can't put on a show, I'm lost, I'm hindered to the obstacles

    The made the nation go greedy, but I'm an apostle

    Due to the fact that my reasoning is so illogical

    I may never be understood as if it was impossible

    I may as well give up, there's no point of trying when you don't have a chance

    But if your chance actually comes, you're caught up in a trance

    And you'll live on life as another worthless fan

    Then regrets come by, I wish I was alive

    The feeling for the strive only supported my drive

    To conquer my territory, the most unordinary person you've ever met

    Is now set, on his hobby to become a renowned artist

    And paint a picture of his life's dream, that gleamed into the eyes of another soul's

    That took his position and stole his condition

    And accomplished his mission with no connection and no correction

    But with a board and some sounds, this kid became renowned

    And he has his whole town banging off his beats

    Got the bully off of him, got back on his feet, left the streets

    And ended up receiving a G.O.O.D opportunity