What will you talk about?

Ink spots on hands on pad

Blots, blotches, caught up now

Will you talk rings watches watch them

Watching you talking about

How you sell your soul out.

Will you look into the past and future

How you sail your soul out

Or be a hostage held to what they said

Silence.

Sirens, sirens, please stay out my mind while im writing

Hectic thoughts all I see is blazes of fire and lightning

Stretched across a field of lost desire and writhing

Heat in my head my hand even in the pen that i’m scribing

With, anger danger and violence, these words are the livest

Talk about highs lows and whichever girl is the finest

Vanity stricken, if its about bullshit I bet you would listen

Rap ain’t the work you put in, its whatever car that you’re whippin

I want to write these lyrics right bare god as my witness

Picture perfect pictures painted with every depicted sentence

And in the end I end the stress in whatever chair that im sittin

Hear my heart and hear my mind and take a second to listen

Because its not all about vanity or materialism

It could be spirituality, internal decisions

Rap is about all that inside knowledge, experience, wisdom

All it takes is to hear yourself, dreaming, hoping, and wishing.