(When does the rhythm stop and just give me time?) I keep on having these dark thoughts that one day I'd be debauched and have my dignity stripped from me, now im seeking revolution and maybe a grammy but my granny keeps on trading and is hoping to make it big, im not trying to bring anyone down but hoping is not the way if you keep on playing the demo game then you wont make it okay? (okay.) see Im just trying to be me but at almost everytime I have something I want to drop in the coffin thinking that I wont make it again (everybody has struggles) doesnt make mine less verifying to the matter Im always trying to seek for a way out im in the suburbs yes but I feel depressed inclosed and stressed, I dont want this to be my life so I should try to live right.. the cycle breaks with me. the cycle breaks and I wont forsake a legacy for piece of well baked, bread to say (x2) Okay Im still thinking that I have them and I try to keep the same rhythm but just like 'tism im trying to listen and whistle to a beat of a melody so sweet shit like honey in the street im a fly to it Im a nice guy cross me and Ill be like a spear to a warrior (a naai) so fly and try and nigh to sigh to feel the sky seem further and further, im just a person that has had self doubt and self abused, now im screwed and think I have the flew... the cycle breaks and I wont forsake a legacy for piece of well baked, bread to say (x2)
