im ready to fight
so instead of using my fist
i use this paper to knock me out
to make me spit this hot shit out on paper
like an elevator i keep goin up
but many push my buttons to try 2 bring me down
my back is a journey many have walked on
my face holds my anger but deep outside
im not yet grown
in life we all have a lesson
some of us have clues
my fist used 2 be the answer
now im looking for rules
my walk its mean and it could kill
but instead i let my fingers have all the thrills
cause it puts out when my mind is tryna say
i never avoid anything,i walk and i embrace
my tears i cry is more than gold
cause it shows that my mind has released my soul
i capture you heart or what it is that you choose to show
my eyes are just a memory of what i have to hold
my silence can wreak your mind
my weakness,well still some wanna find,
we are all weak at one time
what we choose to show
you take and you hold it against us
and betray our trust
then ask us to forgive you just cause