The key to good art is the passion / so I’m taking my keyboard and mashing it / pulling my hair, I scream – I’m throwing a tantrum / Here I go, I’m trapped in a sandbox / slowly molding this sand to a castle / only then to destroy what I have built

If there was a way I could describe what I feel inside when I see a rhyme / The words jump out and I see how they align, powerful designs spring forth in my mind / Forced to recite them before I die, dictated by a force in the sky / or was I up all night on the porch with a rye---tall tales, short of a lie

so ….. I fall down and I cry / I’ve gone out of my mind / I give up trying to write cause I can’t / I’m no good --- I push but the future is written / doom and gloom all the usual business / You have music I have a vision / Shut up and listen - shut up and listen

This ain’t Fight Club, but I might as well fight / since I’m mad I guess I might as well write / Take my rage to undeniable heights / I’m trying to find time to brighten up my life / But now is the zeitgeist of out-of-control violence / and I don’t condone violence / So I’m pile driving my lines out of the side lines into the lime light

If there was a way I could ignite passion in my life, the madness and strife / take my fury and burn it alight / Words become my torch when I’m blind / Born to be tried by enormous trials / word to the wise---mortality hides / but when I finally see the RIP will my words die or will they rise?

I hope…. To Grab life by the throat / When I’m tied to the wall / but if my hand can’t reach that high? / I’ll grab life by the balls / So I’m giving all that I got, when I fall getting up, my emotional slumps—smooth out when I rush to the punch, give my struggles an uppercut, chasing my tail --- bark like an underdog

I’m feeling livid again / Serenity doesn’t exist / I’m getting a little inventive with how I use rage as ink in the pen / I’m getting sick… feel venomous / inner pain manifested / treat the mic with vendetta, transforming rage and making it better

Listen now as I spit a line / lyrically nice, pleasant on the vibe / my rap comes out like a paranormal chime - rings long after I’m dead and gone bye / I believe you comply with the beat I provide / These long nights give me dreams of the pipe / Please will you give me a reason to write these feelings down til the feeling subsides, I

I ameliorate the hate / anathema to pain / it’s a cataclysmal change (what)---- the hell did I say? / I’m melting away –can you tell I’m jeopardy? / yet I am belting a couple of melodies / Music in front of the face of this energy / I’m giving everything, I’m giving everything

I go a little insane / My rage I will ever obey / I guess that I’ll make it a game, What choice do I have when I was made this way?

Could it be that life is a test, if I didn’t write, I’d be dead / So I bleed these lines from my pen… call em’ my blood-letters / Maybe all that I am is obsessed / My anxiety fills up my head / But I cant die when I’m bled, I’m my own bloodletter