Untitled Song

they ask me why im movin different

i aint movin how i oughta

said im movin how i gotta,

keepin close a word my honnor

set a pace you couldnt keep with me

and unless its in my face then bitch you fake aint got no beef with me

i aint goin stray from my path i know the way

but if my hand might start to shake and i couldnt sign my name

then its past the point of words you chose the sword i chose my fate

if adrenaline slippin in im winnin vision starts driftin then find my center

in armor but innocence was whats missin wish i stayed innocent longer

i chose the pe you chose the sword and now im livin in horror