were just some tree city legends that got lost in time i pray to see heaven every time that i rhyme and if i die before i defeat the fake and wicked take the mic up to my hand and keep killing it this poems a bullet with your name and im on the i dwell amidst the inter city traffic and my hearts the weight i push upon and smoke a black and mild down to the plastic poems that im flashing sending overhead some hoping that somebody catch em while im sitting in my bed with my mind reflecting on the past and time now how my baby brother pass before my seed is born now what the fuck is that im just a sailor on the rhythm of the sea an angel with a broken wing my enemys the gravity flying through the burning trees weighed down by dreams trust the smoke inside the fitted to hide the body from the ghost that want me is it what it is or is it what it seems to be the passion in the quest will take your flesh thats what it seems to me pour some for me when im on the road it might just empty me try to not see beyond until the lord he send for me were just some tree city legends that got lost in time i pray to see heaven every time that i rhyme and if i die before i defeat the fake and wicked take the mic up to my hand and keep killing it x2 steadily dealing with this dilemma called life i press my palms against the paradox and push it all night ive got to snap every second so my soul can survive another unknown hope my hope it never hide every second is my section son i got to hold tight i havent got another second i havent got another life another night to sleep inside a bed of or another day to dwell admist the dust my demise is a slug i cant dodge so ive got to dislodge and drink from this death meekly so i live like a god baby its raining knives outside ive got to run into the corner open til the store become a weapon and son for the story of a peple in the dark i dig amidst the trash for my grandfathers ghost i hid from high water history drags us under leaves only the scent of souls gone now i wonder why do we fight against this river i swim against the tide because deaths the other side i cant begin to live life until into this river i dive power belongs to god in the dark ive got my pride so fuck cocking a strap forget holding a gun my fathers made of iron and im my fathers son god save me from the bullet of a coward or the pen of a lost child that wants to play assassin im in the center of a bulls eye let the arrow fly gotta die before i die so i can try to dry the soft eyes of a child who of a sister who isnt i only lack the kind of love that leaps up from my brothers battered spirit runs red rivers from a wrist with a nail into my chins up to heaven lord i want you to swing and kill me from this curse im always rolling and tumbling pain aint nothing but change and change is my middle name ive got to change lord before i get changed pain aint nothing but change and change is my middle name ive got to change lord before i get changed lord ive got to change lord ive got to change only thing im scared of is staying the same lord ive got to change lord ive got to change only thing im scared of is staying the same lord ive got to change lord ive got to change only thing im scared of is staying the same lord ive got to change lord ive got to change only thing im scared of is staying the same and i ive got to keep on on this path ive got to keep talking my way out this trap and i lord ive got to change when i was a kid i had all these crazy ideas i wanted to show the world the beauty of our culture i wanted to give them my hero