It took me a while to relize we were on the same page

I was getting tired of reading it aloud in different ways

I aint the only person thats traveled through this maze

Not really sure whether it was me or them that was craaaaazy

Digging a hole in every single system, lit the candle to envision

whats lost in this position, crossing out superstition 

sitting in a time macheine. A bleeding mind dreams 

of beating my esteem to give the crime scene shining bling.

Im no longer a boy scout... cause punching myself in the face

wont neccasarily get the voice out!

Thats something no one ever took the time to point out

but I had to learn to whisper before I could enjoy shouting

periodically I feel like I've wasted my breath

and all I've got to show for is paper stained ink

but I aint really trippin a the end of the day... 

cause life is experiance and this is how eye won the write two think!