two feet remix

its late at night

contemplate

my only shot at my escep

the only chance

asking why im fighting sleep

asking god

 

only time i get to write i hibernate

inside my room

my hideaway

a place where i can hide away

 

my own escape

 

a place where i can hide for days

 

the only time when i can write

 

and finally feel like i relate

to people i dont really like

because they leave this nasty taste

 

call it dumb

call it fate

this hollow love

i call it fake

in my rooms the only place

i hear my thoughts

im not ashamed

the reason why i fight

why i play the game

constantly i let it shine

 

inside of my

perfec

put my soul inside the page

organize my thoughts

praying one day i might change my ways

my stresses tend to deviate

and wage a war against me

with no one around to mediate

 

in my heads the only space

i can find the time to think

focused on the path im on

pray it leads to better days

caught up in my thoughts

 

its the process where i navigate

anything thats negative

now watch my thinking elevate

 

lonely writing verses in my basement thats my hideaway

where usually id hide for days

solely walking solo tryna find my way

searching for a better path that i can pave

see i try and fight it

but depression's such a wicked game

a temptress i can never tame

bending over backwards

when i know that shit is hard to change

emotions are the only thing

i feel when i cannot contain

the chaos trapped inside my brain

i think its time to break the chains

 

time to try this differently

but then decide its not the day

Since I dont got time to waste

i try my best to walk away

Maybe you should face the day

instead of starting

I promise you dont walk the walk

An really you dont talk the taste

Like fuck it wanna die today

No I'm not a jedi

but ibtell you this is not the way

I do this for the love

not for profit gains

Someday hope to travel with no stops to make

Or tolls to pay

Cross my heart

hope to die

Hope to find a better time

Searching for a better place

Somewhere I can break the ties

deciding my own life an fate

the type of place where i define

the type of guy to make the change

, but fuck it though Id rather wait

Patient, I can wait for days

Use my hands, move the work

just to try an wipe the stains,

usually from the over time i put in just from doing dirt

late at night, wide awake, felt alone, been ashamed

going out my mind I'm her superman to lois lane,

my suicide, like kurt go bang, blowing brains

got my flow eroding cold as ocean waves,

love is pain, got me glowing molten loves the coldest game,

till you pull me open you wont see the glow below the flames,

by then you know the flow an game, krook3ds grown

, also known to come equipped an blow up with the flow insane,

leaving mics torn from the stolen blade,

swollen from ankles down, shoot me up to numb the pain,