on to the next one
move on from the last
my past is full of dry tears and broken glass
what i hear is what makes me mad
and my fears will all make you sad
can rap be abstract
it is art right
or do they fill my heads with lies
til i close my eyes and finally die
i wish it wasnt hard to tell the truth
i wish it wasnt so easy to find the proof
my head is still attached but my mind is above the roof
and somebody tell me that this life wont just poof
i wont disappear like david blaine or go the strip club and make it rain
thunderstorms can trigger the rain but i hope this one doesnt end my fame
i dont have a problem with not seeing my name
im ok as long as the people im close to dont change
i will remain the one they all know and love
but how will we know if no one knows the definition of