I See The Page

I scrape the ground.

Everyday I pray for a way I can shape the clouds.

Straight for the gate wearing Satan's crown.

Patience waiting staring at the faces of clowns.

I've chased my way through the places I've found.

Tearing through faith like a wave crashing down.

Rapping is the only way I can see what happened like the page is a noun.

This cage is a maze like my rage is around.