Getting high can i ask God why
I see my dreams comes true in others life
Is it my fate or my debts redemption
That im left on the bench for suspension
Stolid ,devout hoping and waiting
Writing but nobody even reading my vision
Self-reliant living life in huge prison
Spit my words outta odium in my cranium
Spread like uranium and wrap y'all in plastic
What if i turn wicked heartless and drastic
Will my realm change its aspect
All i hear just act kid break ur confinement
My future is timbered scratch to shine it
Volition ,consistency is my path to ride destiny
Penance is must to lead insistently
Frequently mesh with doom
Even the shroud stalking me true
My tomb is calling me too
Brook and seek / feeble and meek / but firm like cedar on the peak giving heed
See life is tussle a scuffle with our inner voice
To keep us muffled
Hardships are lessons and vitality is the reason
We stand tall whatever is the season