From Time (First Verse Reproduct...

Increasing my speed on the freeway

I'm not with you right now, but I don't feel free, I've got no leeway

My life feels like I'm reading the words off of a screenplay

Hard to sustain and differentiate the difference between a ghetto and my domain

Took a couple pain killers and it's only a week day

A sea of anti depressants won't be able to cease my pain

I've been in many cliques but I left 'cause they all started to cliche

Trying to be original, but these gangsters just a halfway mix between esse's

politics and lunatics, and it's overseen, anyway

I was only fourteen when it began, a season of rape,

abuse and drugs crushed in the hand of another man

That was forced onto me, loss of my autonomy, I was controlled subconsciouly

Until ferocity stroke in the heart of my brother, fought and killed the guy

But still went to court and now he lives in prison, where he will die

And I know it's my fault for being caught in the first place, why, it wasn't deliberate

But it sure feels that way, and I'm treated by the majority undifferent

Visuals can't see through to the soul, but maybe if your feet fit my sole's

You'd see the spirit in my pigment

So now I act malignant, truly deficient in my efficiencies

Not consistent with texts and activities, there's endless possibilites of things I could do

Infinities of things to do, and not one thing that I can think of to make me happy anytime soon

And it feels like smiling's an impossibility, it really seems silly to me

Zoning out on my birthday's and public festivities

I turned a cynic and trust me I've seen it all but you wouldn't believe