Hard to keep my mind on track
When I’m never on crack
One of the moments your mind doesn’t have your back
Darkness in my mind, my thoughts is black
Blindness is my grind, my spots is stack
Kindness is my sign, my dot is dark
Weakness is my fine, my shot is lack
Humanity runs by directions
Directions give instructions
Corruptions is destruction
Life is violent and nothing is painless
Your mind is silent and could be more violent
My minds unique, sometimes discrete
Many circumstances acting on a wild sheet
Many desires like for the blind to see
And if it was to ever to picture reality in heat