Yopo, 2002 X

Yo i keep turning around like i'm in a carousel,

i go deep for information because i need a story to tell,

Just fallowing my feet in a motion to find my way out of hell,

feels like i'm in the ocean of my mind whenever i'm in my shell

was crying for help but nobody notice and i couldn't spell,

not so smart, got tough to listen to your heart, never miss the details or

your gonna fall apart, like a pixel art, like a sicko fart, rapping is my

stress reviler, napping is for me to sleep, even thought i rest to deep,

can't handle my sheep, strangling my self in my sheets,

tangling myself till i can't breath, nightmare's are made to believe,

swears are said to bleed, bewares are just for the people to be scared of

the weed whenever its in need,