Festering molestation of achin'...
I'm separated by my own demons, my own feelings leapt alive with meanin'...
I'm crowning myself king of flawed reason...
For the reason I stand alone most the time...
Is I'm not feeling very grown at the time...
Like a seed with no warmth, a man outta lines, my rhymes are not good enough...
I stow it under and keep grumblin', actin' tough, mining away and wondering if it will ever be true...
Will I follow a shining path or break hollow and used...
Blasted by traces of iced gas, leaving me numb and bruised...
A rats uncle I'm stuffy and masked, you are sultry and out of grasp...
So I gasp and raise myself above the bar, I raise my own bar...
The imperfection flawed is tar that stops and harms...
Will I garner enough force to engulf mars...
Or will I fall hard and overwhelmed...
Just scars...