• Many sit around steady searching for the truth but their pen is a lie
    fraying ink make up roaring clouds with strong domination
    raining useless ideas too complex for clarification
    some souls use words without meaning, slowing the mind in search of mind revealing schemes
    their just a decimal, for this is a whole number of thoughts ive redeemed
    in my theory blood is of no real use
    it is ink that runs through our veins but to the weak minds the ink gets transfused
    all claim to have the writing ability but dont get confused
    for only some can ever become a lyrical prodigy
    thats the way life is, and it lies with an apology
    my theories are backed up by the most abstract visions
    therefore my thoughts are forever going to leave mental incisions
    while some people spend days trying to connect the dots
    I just happen to write down my thoughts
    with the endurance of mind I compose deep lyrics within a minute
    it could go on forever more with out a limit
    my strong faith in my penmanship is my motivation
    criticism is only the beginning of my own empire of devotion
    this pen and paper are my beautiful abuse
    i look in my mind as i struggle to find the words i could use
    these desires make up my words that will act as immortality
    determination is just a stepping block to making your dream a reality