[Intro] I am recognizing that the voice inside my head Is urging me to be myself and never follow someone else Because cree? Is all like voices, we
Am I myself? Or part of everything else? Corruption corrodes your frame of mind. Now you are truly blind... Macrocosms refine... when will these thoughts
Someone always died When I tried to write happy Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime Why play ya blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would
I had was dreams [? ] jeans wore to skool bout twice a week Hard rice to eat No socks on my feet Sometimes, 50 cents at lunch time But nobody touches mine Was blind