These are the eyes of a man who sees
these are the veins of a man that bleeds.
these are the lungs of a man who breathes,
now this is the heart of a man that beats.
Pain and struggle is all that he sees,
the illusion of happiness is what he believes.
Know that this man will never be relieved.
I know this because,
this man is me.
This man enjoys cold nights, but despises sunny dayz,
A nigga that absorbs the light, but can't stand the rays.
A man whose soul is trapped in his hands,
raised high in the sky, to immortalize his stand.
This is the smile of man thats grown tired
this is the soul of a man filled with desire.
A man that plays with fire,
tells the truth,
then is called a liar.
These are the feet of a man who dwells
walked on his own two, 'till the day that he fell.
These are the works of a man who sells,
evades the dark at all costs with the stories he tells.
This is a man whose cynicism amplifies his lyricism,
a man trapped in freedom ignoring the criticism.
Now these are the hands of a man who holds,
this is the skin of a man thats cold.
This is the mind of a man thats old,
the body of a man determined,
until his hands fold.
