The common heat of the rare cold,
human discovers me in a bare mold,
I, feel as if there\'s a candle
held, hell freezes coz I can dull
my, feelings,
and I am drawn, into the art that I can\'t draw
and the start was the last straw
I fell apart at a damn draw.
And to this day I still can\'t draw
quick, gun\'s jammed when my jam\'s on.
flick, lights back to the band that\'s on.
I wanna fight back but my backs to the damn wall
Coz for pete sake I see these days,
when MCs say their energy\'s drained
there\'s no leeway
I\'m Bruce Lee
no easy way,
so I fight to keep the success stronghold, long road a fucking freeway.
But I feel like I wanna bail from this crime scene
I\'m coz I\'m in jail for these rhyme schemes,
And I\'m sick of breaking these bars down
so for now, that\'s a wrap and I\'m screaming.