I got sick of talkin',
I was in it awful,
Got used to the cold steel and porceline,
Confident that i'd get away as patience hit,
Aimin' grips to find ways out of problems without.. baby fits..
Takin' risks but surely I could think of a better way,
I'd enter grace when plans were headed straight without hesitation,
A stutter followed by a few syllables could get you killed,
Do not fiddle with the links of a wealthy nation,
It's been amazin',
Livin' with limited thoughts over my head singin with hatred, 
Past days come with the breeze as i'm overthinkin & painin',
I tell you i've always been dealin' with Satan,
Livin' the biggest of blazers,
You cannot speak in my chamber,
Im here tryin' to turn negative into positive by healing the strayers,
You cannot bleed from a tazer,
Quit thinkin' things are so major,
Lift your spirit with a minute of thinkin' of serious ways out..


I was speakin for years,
Got sick of my frequency bleeding no ears,
Didnt try to make it out I felt my kingdom was near,
Goals that I had took the crown away proceeded to blow trees off my pier,
Shut my freedom within,
When I had seen that I received keys to the bin..
Creatin themes as i'd piss away the things that id dream living with..
My mind taken by the thief of the night,
I was seekin for times,
That I was sane but i'd exist in the frier..
I'd had e fuckin nough,
The thunder struck,
Destroying the plan that empty promises strung,
Wasnt in love with myself when I tempted restraint,
I was drenched by the rain,
My concience went away,
Livin' off a fuckin' vibe,
The things I experienced in my life,
Pushed me to the edge but I decided my side..
I already knew what life I took,
Lookin' back inside my rhymin' book,
My goals were so much vaster than a violent crook..

El-Cee