[Chorus]

Man, it's been a while since I've felt this good to write;

Try to shed a little light into this darkness where I have been

Tied down, but I'm fine now; feeling more alive now

The fire in my eyes, is burning my mind, resulting in fire rhymes now

Riding on the beat like I'm riding through the street

Flying through the green lights, feel my heat

Music saved me again; you will always be my friend

Even when I wanted to end, you picked my head up and gave me a pen

[Verse]

No, I'm not always sober, but that doesn't mean I'm faking it

Music is pulling me out again, the only difference is I'm making it

If opportunity is in my sights, you best believe I'm taking it;

Taking the alphabet inside like Eminem and raping it!

Back with a new, attitude, still feel blue, but a different hue

I'm losing myself, but I'm not going to lose

I'd choose to have loose screws, rather than a tight noose;

But with my family watching me, I feel like I'm never making the right move

I'm not the black sheep anymore, I'm a wolf and I'm in pain;

Howling at the moon trying to get through the rain

It's time for me to shed this coat; it's a little dark, I need more hope

If I want anybody to see me within these lines that I wrote

Won't strap a bomb to my chest but I love Kamikaze

But why am I pissed off that this generation's not seeing

The art within the flow and the message in the lines?

Is it because I'm introverted and don't have an open mind?

Or is it because my perception differs when I'm listening to rhymes?

I remember I would listen to music without taking a peek behind

What the beat would hide, and I realized ignorance is bliss but also blind;

Stevie Wondering why life has changed before my eyes

I wanna pull out my keyboard or get on my guitar;

Try to make my own beats so I can put it to my own bars

Don't pull out your extinguishers and tell me nothing will come out of this;

I put my life into this music walking down Route Triple 6

Everyone knows the phrase, "No pain, no gain."

If that were true, I'd never have a want or need again

And most of my work is just the polished up dirt;

The mess from my life, all the pain and all the hurt

I, tend to see myself within the lines of

My, idols that I listen to daily

Wide, open were my eyes when I listened to

WHY, and other lyrical masterpieces that most are

Blind to and it's aggravating; am I justified or just aging?

I'm having a writers block; should I just mumble and act crazy?

I'm sick of being lazy but my depression loves to make me;

I gotta keep this fire going so I can get the attention of Hades!

I'm raising the Hell, I'm bringing the L's and I don't even talk that slang;

But if it rhymes and ties into the lines then that's ok

It's hard to get people to listen to a message nowadays; times have changed

Most just wanna ghost, gram instantly or book their face

Socially connected but our bonds are being broken;

Followers are friends and emojis are emotions

Who in the right mind allowed these people to be called "artists"?

We should've called them Oscars cuz their music's fucking garbage

I don't know how long this energy will stay with me

But if you're looking to go against it then I suggest you do not play with me

I'll turn you into my words cuz I'm spitting you outta my mouth, bitch

Inspired by the Rap God and Pac, not clout, bitch

Coming through the portal with a Technique that's Immortal;

More of Macklemore and Ice Cube, and joining in, my bro Joyner

November Foxtrot, Logic, Biggie and Doc;

It's hunting season, that's why B-Rabbit took his Killshot!