Watch... A life's end is nothing less than Reflection.
I saw my end as a modem....
...Going through events to make a connection..
I hardly drop skilled, though if its ill, its not contagious...
And looking back now I Turned my rhymes around...
.. even before I flipped open to the pages...
Can you feel what I've become, A has been, without being
Something always told me I'd amount to nothing...
...And nothing is all the Change I've been seeing...
I'd figure my life was so lonely, I might as well just die alone
Held the knife to my wrist, And failed to make the connection...
...The modem aint find the dial tone...
So Im living, pouring out my thoughts and they form a puddle
A puddle so blunt that you stepped in, but the effect was subtle
I ask and ask but I dont recieve much that I think I need
My eyes blinded by envy, and my tongue only tastes Greed
So I recieved what I wanted just not how I wanted at all...
My sense of touch was skewed, and my ears never even saw
So If my senses were mixed up how do I know I made the Connection ?
My ears aint seeing the lines, my eyes cant feel the cords
...and my touch tells me I lost the reception...
I look around and notice a plate of food my ears didnt see
And As I eat my tongue, hungers for more, craving for greed..
I thought I started out wise, But I was foolish for what happened..
A fool am I, Contacting spirits, and I connected with a madman..