Way to escape your mind,
search and find,
warn the blind,
give signs.
Is it real or is it fiction,
no restriction,
no duristriction
or duration,
relieves minds of the worlds patients.
Because we all prisoners,
we all risen from,
some type of dirt,
i straighten my shirt,
i rap a little,
inlighten your mind with my words and riddels,
a worn down soldier with nothing to lose,
stays away from drugs and boose,
and i choose,
never to settle for simplicity,
never bow down to publicity,
im my own man mic in hand,
make a stand,
but from a far,
then you know im a shining star
