Drown 2

As for my bars n' bass,

the may or may not been seen as art some day,

but until then I 'ma just - umm, wait,

and walk my path one way, and keep my guard raised,

everybody needs love hey - well I'm playing it half-safe,

by making my emotions as one - coz all I love's hate,

and just can't take - feeling like a villain - stuck in a darn cage,

day, night - night, day,

brain bombarded by the plights and hate harboured,

in my heart coz it's not as if they've docked in a calm Bay,

 

Uhh, Neh,

 

So it started with the rest of the garbage from way-back,

That trash from a younger age,

And mass of scars and lessons from along the way as,

past & the present pain somehow becoming fate,

Fucked up - yay, plus I've grown to love the pain,

Only thing I hope I may grow to tame,

is the phases that change, with slick, quick pace, everyday it's,

making me lay beneathe the sheets in bed,

insted of eargerly expect be heaped in the mess,

Affraid and so I don't take naps, got no big hopes of waking up as the same Tim,

So fuck it I'ma just lay awake 'n escape in Lil Wayne's, Em's tapes n' mixed playlist,

complations, and wordplay each sentence, call that haven,