| Life is a Maze | (Instrumental 1)

Places that were always swept tears were created not wasted but wept,

In fact if that’s what it takes to get YOUR mind I would pay my dept,

Yo, it's G Eclipse, check this out . . .

Left was I in the dark hit in the back stone cold bold razor sharp,

Backed up in the corner of my trailer park, I’m done with being told

What to do, life is forsaken, this time mistakes are mistaken, I fight for me not you,

Cause I have awakened and rose from the slumbers, now in the makin, taken,

Words were wept in tears and agony now I’m gonna stand up and straighten,

Wake up up from my deep sleep cause never I could exist in my list, I am the soldier who tries to resist,

Life is a test of resistance and perseverance and not givin up, let up girls would

Go in the party wearing make-up, love is an illusion, yo, happiness is a confusion,

You could never tell what’s wrong or right, and that's amusin’

Now forgotten and rotten was my awakened forsaken right,

Now I’m gonna stand up and fight for my deep insight,

let out the fire in others while

This beat is going yet I’m standing not even flowing, I’ve stopped my boat

But the water is still is going, I’ve stopped my life but the beat is still rolling,

Lightning in my basement I forgot all my hopes and dreams

when my head hit the pavement,

No one stood up for me, my head in discreet hit the concrete

left with words at my arsenal, Rewind, replay and repeat,

I’m left alone with no girl to take care of me, she would lay her fingers on me, contemporary and temporary but not permanently,

I’ve hit up all the merits, with my demits, Webster was a fakeup illusion not even in infinite, I’m just God’s slave a human with limits,

not infinite, just a human, what evil have I written what food am I consumin’, I never once figured out if I was human or superhuman,

I could be less dope, when words are weeping tears and they rule like a pope, the rule through your mind and cannot be cleansed with soap,

Holding on to something dear is like holding on to your dear life rope,

A cut stream bolded and demoted down to nothing but shreds no more hope,

Have I given up, no I’m gonna stand up and fight, am I gonna leave and run, no I’m gonna stand up and say my rights,

Am I gonna be a coward, no I’m gonna stand up let my fire ignite, my company on both my sides unite,

Am i Gonna back away ,NO I'M GONNA STAND UP AND FIGHT,

Cause I’m a man I can stand on my feet you shouldn’t give up on something you love just because someone threw your life on the concrete,

Words are misusin’ and cruisin’, like fluids that weep through the storms well formed,and these words I end up usin’, each time recylin’ and reusin,

I’m nothing but just God’s slave, I’’ll remember what I used to do when my body hits the grave,

Where your life feels like a endless maze, enemies you could never conquer or amaze,

but remember it all when you lie head to toe stolen from fears in the grave.

I used to write a lot writing was like a drug bug what I crave,

From the depths of hell I would save no one but myself or go back in earth’s grave,

Feel like I wanna save something else but life is an optical illusion like I said before just like a maze.

When life hits first love your head swarming in craze, knocked out from the illusion head in a daze, knocked out from reality mind shocked and fazed,

Life is a maze, like I said it in my dope LSD Weed verses curses that would leave in disperses life is a craze

that you could never control cause your head shocked and wounded in depths of its maze.