Damn i'm trying to find myself, it must be a game//
Never can get away for i’m always busted or framed//
Enter the passion of death, Its something i might fear//
Dreams get broken like glass, turns into a nightmare//
Soon to being dead, ahead of me is visons of graveyards//
I’ve failed at times, but lived a savage life as a braveheart//
The chart-straight-low, heart-rate-slow, feel my minutes ending//
Grave already made, space opened, the divots extending//
part of a verse....
aint finished
but feedback is my objective
MISTAH MVP
Never can get away for i’m always busted or framed//
Enter the passion of death, Its something i might fear//
Dreams get broken like glass, turns into a nightmare//
Soon to being dead, ahead of me is visons of graveyards//
I’ve failed at times, but lived a savage life as a braveheart//
The chart-straight-low, heart-rate-slow, feel my minutes ending//
Grave already made, space opened, the divots extending//
part of a verse....
aint finished
but feedback is my objective
MISTAH MVP