tears blister my skin, the exodus of this infectious plague colapsin my spirit from within.
well i fear it and it bends my lyrics to no end, and i hear it again everytime i close my eyes to sleep at night.
like im told to fight and raise a fist high for my passion, but everytime i take a turn in life i tend to start crashin.
so i fasten my ruby heels in a position to feel the click, and when this canvas lands us in kansas i cant paint a picture cept for this.
ten men and ten sediments tending to defend the innocents of lieing, lions lying while im trying to find a lame brain for the scarcrow,
whos afraid to admit hes got that dimwit tinman scared stiff.
it seems something inside him seeks to search for humanity, a calamity, cause i cant stand to be standing without tapping my feet back to reality.
a fallacy, only one foot away but it takes two feet to balance me.
see, im tired of being manufactured, watching every facet of my life get fractured.
so ima tell that tinman king of hearts hes one of a kind
and that, scarcrow hes free to speak his mind
and that, lion not to hide behind that rock.
stop and tell dorthy tonight i think ill make it to the end, of this yellowbrick road, a twisted rendition of my pain angst and struggle
and that, tomorrow i think ill follow the rabbit down his tunnel, and start to tumble.
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