try to find a place in lines that i embrace while i strive to find a balance between a time and space in a microphone when i m soundin intense i feel like pac on his hospital bed countin his breaths and they still say ill never blow on the mic unless i spit a gimmick with some clever jokes cus i m white im forced to listen to critics just chatter they teeth with all their bullshit opinions like it matters to me and my closest friends stumble as they mumble and doubt me while i try to hold the world as it crumbles around me feel my lungs close strain harder for breaths as the broken dreams i have match the heart in my chest and the pressure builds but without a release i know that ya hope floats but its out of my reach i m tired of the masks that we wear you saw my true self you d be scared but now i finally see what i love is worthless beauty s skin deep but its just a surface my shoulders are breaking and my focus is hazy plus my teeth are chipped from biting all the bullets that you gave me in the form of lies and i mistook it as honest took the good with the losses til the good was just lost its hard to hold the burdens until my shoulders bleed i was forced to flee until i learned to fly with broken wings across the visions of feelin s and all this violent livin of a fucked up system insistin that i should try to fit in but now i can see i m unrelated to you cus i took off the mask that suffocated the truth could even worsen release my burden to be the person and speaks in perfect for people hurtin and fiends for nursing would be asserted a decent purpose am weak and burdened and seek alertness to be the person are seen as perfect and seem so nervous has demons lurkin defeat the purpose is seen as worthless watch everyday just pass me by slowly corroding and acting fine suffocating on this mask of mine til i run out of breath and i can t survive repeat x2 through my angel eyes i see the devil s truth through my angel eyes i see the devil s truth through my angel eyes i see the devil s truth through my angel eyes i see i need to get a piece of inhibition and speak another piece of bitter vision and get a better syndicate of vindicated few and i better never let another mitigate the truth cus i m the better never get a flow with flaw better with the letters veteran know it all talk a lot in a song better hold em off i thought i was lost never fold or fall if i could ever get a minute trying to be my life independent when i m dying in peace i might get a sentiment i write to a beat my mind of a veteran trying to see that life s beautiful suitable to let go of anything and ill just survive through it all inner lines intertwined my mind is livin life grippin mics livin life in trife its live and die2