Like that time of the month I drain on the pad I chose a path they told me was invain like blood I start reflecting but i see no image Birthed so many lines I could leave a lineage Sitting indoors but trying to be outstanding As I compose introspective intros so you can perceive my journey Let my thoughts transport you through these pages {Beat Switch} My bars are different but we may be in similar cages Life's a test and I keep making correct mistakes In the end we all pa** but who made the cleanest mess? I'm i real or am I the realest fake? You can't ask questions when you on a quest My intentions are so intense I get enlightened in the night My mind is brightened when i'm blinded by insight Maybe you don't see me move but i'm so driven So gifted, I never took what I was not given Became an artist, I stopped writing words and started painting pictures Still inclined to the ink I may lean but I won't fall just like the the tower of pisa So before I resign and dine with the divine These tears blood and sweat must turn into wine (Malcolm X sample) Let's run away, let's escape ,let's separate. That house negro will look at you and say "Man, you crazy.What you mean separate? Where's there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than this? Where can I eat better food than this?" That was that house negro in those days he was called a house n***a !