no matter where i go, theirs always no one understanding me. i have to be, the best man that i can be, theres no room for mistakes, the risks that i take, put my pride on the line, trying make a mix tape. some times i feel its to late. the time i take, to wait for fate, to fall and take its place. its like I'm in a race. to reach the top. every one has the same face, all got the same style. all got tatto's do drugs, and are in denial.

its like i keep on walking, and no body's listening. every ones talking, but im just not fittin in. its like, every ones got that one special friend, to stick with them, until the very end, i guess i can pretend, that i really have friends. that followed me every were i go, like my shaddow is the only mate, that ill ever know. i guess im on my own. its just the way iv grown, sad mad bad alone, i escape reality with the microphone, spittin lyrics never known. or never shown. im waiting for my time to blow. living in this hole, is like my only home. sacrifices that cant be told. memories that i cant hold. in my head, in this cold. forever there, its like i sold my soul. walking this lonely road. its like my heart is sewn shut, doesnt beat any more, iv had enough. the roads i walk are to rough, for me to cope and stay tough.


I know life is hard, and that i can tell ya, that feeling of struggle, after every single failure. you sit and judge your self in the mirror, image of yourself, aint getting much clear, A tear rolls down your cheek, the screams you start to hear, Hurt yourself every
week, from holding it in for years. you just swollow your sorrows with every single beer, but the fear follows you and stays here.