I was a young boy who was lost in his thoughts
You could find him in a flow or often in a box
He had his eyes closed but his mind wide open
Cause mama always told him to keep his mind unspoken
I am broken is what I said to myself
I've got more thoughts than I do have wealth
And I'd like to show them off through the stories I tell
But restricted by the chance they might not sell
Yeah they might not sell
Cause money runs the world and your thoughts as well
They say cash ain't everything but they wrong
Cos cash is what inspired me to write this song
I been in my room too long
Suffering and pondering my doom too long
Hungry but ignoring all my food too long
Keeping up a rude attitude too long
But can a raw mood be wrong
Just cause you're feeling sad doesn't mean you're gone
I mean you feel a little bad you still move on
You still move on
Coming out the gravel and you see your silent shadow
And you feel you fought the battle like you fought King Kong
Summon all the gavels at the trial for a while
As you're humming back and forth like you're playing ping pong
My pain make you wanna sing this song
My brain finna make think this wrong
And we hate the paper that I put this ink on
And we hate the Dj’s that put track sync on
It's ironic how we criticize staring
at An Electric screen cos in fact
I used one so I can paint this scene
I'm just another fiend in fact

Please don't remind me
I'm begging you to sign
I'm running out of time I need to save the world behind me

Please don't remind me
I'm begging you to sign me
Cos we keep crying and lying to society to earn our noteriety

Please Don't remind me
I'm begging you to sign me
I'm running out of time I need to save the world behind me
Please don't remind me
I'm begging you to sign me
Cos we keep crying and lying to society to earn our notoriety

Living as a fiend with a dream and it seems that I'm
teemin with shots at the three I'm plotting and
scheming To beat the ones who offer the cream
And I'm sewing my thoughts in the seams of the song
And im reaping what I thought was dream but is really a
Reality lost in the things that we deem to be
demons Born from the semen of sea men who've
seen end committed what ought to be treason
Fought to be free men stopped at the deep end
Fear of getting lost never seen again fear any
Cost that'll promise a dream to them often then
Not be scoffing and grieving paused from
Receiving caused by not believing even
In the killings of those who thought it would be easy
Ease in the mower of lawn of seasons
Teasing the popu that breeds us hop on
Spring bus riding to the end of the year
People hiding they fear I'm showing my all tears
And I'm looking at the world with a motherfucking leer
There goes another kid spending money on beer
Another one shamed for being queer another one
hanged for being weird another kids pain from a
Sneer from a parent who was saying they were here
And they're trying to help But their actions do the
opposite when they end up biting the belt
For lack of better methods they confide in a yell
And force their fucking child to hide in a shell
Where they cry and wish that they could die in a well
It inhibits their will to have a mind for themselves
when you constantly tell them to abide by the scale
Set in by society's spell a synonym
That indeed describes it well is hell