early in my life the act of hearing art kept me from falling apart craving to create i couldn t be like them i couldn t settle down then dry up and die why the fuck we survived is to my surprise six years of sweat and fear that was all we ever had it was just enough but for what fast love fake fucks bad luck and all those impossible months the best times imagined we were broke and dragging our lives behind us laughing the youth war passing if i knew then what i know now i would have slept less no memories to be missed everything has changed now it s a game of numbers a competition fucker know your place egos dominate and money discriminates and i don t fit i look at others and i see beneath while others look my way to look down on me i never had shit to prove for myself to get the kids like me through and that will never change no you re the self proclaimed heir to the industry but this industry never meant shit to me never blessed with the mind of a business man nor impressed with depths of the feeders hands never blessed with the mind of business man mind at rest with the heart of a simple man i know its never too late that s why we choose to display new strength