Music Through Veins

Music starts in my brain, later sweeps and seeps in my veins, leaving all

the pain behind for no one to find, life gets worse the more I grind,

but I can't get left behind, So I can't unwind this time, Got to spit another

rhyme, Other peoples way of rap are weak, my technique is unique,

I am just a smart freak that can speak, certain rhymes linger in my head

set on repeat, so I just get it out on paper, I am the creator and the

destroyer of my work and world, one point in life it was going down in a

swirl fast, but now its in the past, and the damage is done, I got to start

creating fun, If you want to fight drop your gun, because you know your

outdone, when you die let the devil know I said hi, because he's next,

don't believe me well I will put a hex on him and break his neck and

make sure he is left unchecked, Like I said its music through veins,

rhythm makes it rain this pain unexplained.