it's ironic that the harmony i once loved, now causes this tention.

mention anything having to do with poetry and i lose all other attention.

Some times i start to feel clostaphobic, the ground beneath me starts to collapse

i try to hold myself steady but the space continues to tighten till i relapse

i feel suffocated, can't even breath unless i let some of these pounding thoughts leave.

this is a life filled with grief. when i get any slight relief. it's brief. then i fall again like an autom leaf

i thought that hip hop was an angel. a blessing that would give relaxation but instead it's only a thief.

taking from me all my time of day, making any important part of my life become grim and grey.

so rap demands my intelligent ideas. if i don't obey, then in this dark cold dungeon is where my mind will stay