My road to success, I'm grasped to one brick left on my perspection of the road CRASH
The effect of a worthless attempt to extract what's left of the car on a greater depth.
I'm trapped but alive, I'm a wrack but I breath black, lack of a sufficient grind-aspect

Lookin gassed at a piece of glass, see my face go mad with the fact that I'm not perfect.
I'm damned with a curse like psychopathic endures of mental therapy but way worse
Always strifin to be first but I'm immersed to think that the spot is forever reserved.

Reverse this is my verse, I'm first, Dream Phase on, gotta catch me like kingkong.
You Strike, I strike, Pingpong, avengin my own with a (hrum hrum hrum)


I bare common sense with more common nightmares, the dare of a starlane-flight-wear
Gotta fight where, Gotta fight there.' Chasin Dreams till they turn into nightmares
Then I walk through hell, tryna find the source to lead the dream only found the cause

why I can't exceed, I'm lost somewhere in the wild of my childhoods' imaginary beast.
I'm blinded by tears, I confronted my fears, got everythin now and it's to much to bear.
The noises around me I can't explain why the pressurin sounds swarm around my ears.

Sights not clear but somethings forcing it's way up in inside my head, the venomous threat.
Wake up & try to forget the moment of impact tho I got no regrets.


I stood up, I got my grip, I walked away from every bit of stress I lived
I persue the dream with everythin I got, even when slow bit by bit
I know there's a visible growth to this, took an ode that I'll go pro on it.

Haters sayin I'm full of %#@!, But have you noticed this? The Progress is
It's growing like mother mary building up stress but in the end I'm smokin it.
Forever trying to get famous I'ma die trying, I learned to cope with it

and giving up ain't no solution, got no hope no faith and no ablution.
The only way to set my goals is abusing your mind as a mental revolution