I look around, in a 360 degree rotation,
Hoping to see no fear, maybe a standing ovation.
Dreams, I tend to mend, mention repeated times,
Mostly in every song, all the sheeted rhymes.
Half way alseep I sit, thinking up a rap,
Trying to remain on topic, write no crap.
All the times I search, I find no tranqulity,
Just violence, sparking at all visibility.
Ability, skill, luck, the "elements" they say to life.
But mine was forgotten. The System's ciph!
List em' fist em' thats what I hear every hour.
Our code is dream for reality, never to devour.
No sour notes allowed, spirit accepted,
Shows to play, lyrics to be attempted,
My mind is always busy, findin thing to do,
Trying not to hurt, or to suffer any rue.
You have expectations. Every human does.
I dont know, maybe there are a few that was.
Here. This rap is about life's roughing right?
Then why not bring in a little toughing tonight?
Guys Im sorry I cant write much.
Its just I got so much work, I can barely touch
A computer. So, I am gonna write till I drop.
But for my followers, I will never stop.
