What has this world come too,
if I must live it without you...

What you see in me is just a man,
going through life with no set plan...

Helmets on and dressed to kill,
They think back to the one that still need to...

What can I say to you that you do not know,
What measure of a friend I can tell you or even...

Down in Davy Jones locker we shall go,
where man has no ego...

Here I sit here again maybe once or twice a day,
grunting and sweating to my dismay...

What am I if I am not a human being,
for am I just your play thing...

Please define love,
is it the only gift from above...

I look back on the year 2003
and what it held for me...

They say Rap bares a hateful soul,
a voice that calls out for all lustful goals...

A whisper is nothing but a few muddled words of...
to a passion kept in secret hidden from sight...

What seemed like tree days of hell,
and my body was my only cell...