this was written to Joe Budden...4 Walls...Instrumental.
It’s no joke, I’ve crash landed my plane in that place again
this planet’s forsakin’ him, he knows he’s got greatness within’
it’s just that the fakeness in men is as ageless as sin
so the trust is gone he’s done wrong for so long it maked the angst begin
pills absorbed in so those things end, yeah, they’re changin’ him
he’s scarred like shanks in skin, his emotions marching like tanks and men
in this eternal war, see I’m him and I’ve been burned before
but I returned for more, seared and scorched in pain and yearn for yours
cause my reflection is reflectin’ a resurrection I’m in progression, forever evolving
suffering several problems that muthafucks suggestin’ that I’ll never solve’em
so I’m abandoned left for dead in this room of solitude
lost, confused, like damn dude the shrooms you chewed swallowed you
I know what I got to do, pick the lock and escape the cage
cause with every tick and tock of the clock I cant’ negate the rage
I rape the page, I cum threw my pen onto the loose leaf
the only thing that truly soothe’s me and keeps me improving
You couldn’t walk in my shoes they’re scuffed from scrappin’
the rough pavement fuck your complaining let’s say that
You could see my dreams in color as I do skies are piru
if you’ve been lied too it’s time to let another guide you to suffer as I do,
a revival of survival so I clutch a rifle a dutch and and bible
and as such I’m not liable but my trials grew,
to be judged by others but the jury’s strangled
they’ll hurry to hang you if you’ve rose with demon’s and buried angels
I got a blurry angle on life in the express lane prayin’ for a net gain
investing in a chess game in my own depressed brain but no checks came
just me stressed, strained, trying to refrain from being viewed a statistic
I use my linguistics’ to spit a flu like sickness that spreads and spews to solicit
this vision in my mind’s eye where we have no hell oh well
I’m sublime high I’m about to Bradley Nowell but to no avail
sadly souls dwell, lost in the depths of heart’s that can’t salvage thee
reality in this fallacy... called life but the light is what I wish I could see
It’s like my heart and my thoughts are in constant confliction
I’m trying to concur addiction can you confer the contradiction
it’s like I prefer friction wishin I could break the stigma
I can’t in vision a god forsakin’ this sinner this hate’s an enigma
I’m astounded resembling an oracle in obscurity of thought
that’s enigmatic, I’ve been manic but still standing as my purity’s lost
maturity’s brought darkness I can’t seem to harness, I’ve internally fought
demons screaming for freedom if they start seceding then eternity’s the cost
it’s like I’m urgently crossed, like the crucifixion of Christ
you should listen to insight this is a true depiction of my life
real emotion, got a shitty hand hoping I could deal’em over
reached the next plato but my soul’s sober so I shotgun the blunt to kill that notion
that these 4 walls are gonna close in so sin can smother my free spirit
got a cold heart others freeze near it so I stuff these lyrics
down my own throat like pills that’s the cure...it’s my release
cause I stand alone in this room still obscure...waiting to die in peace
