Everyday, 
my hands on a place. 
On a string that moves in so many ways. 
With a smile on my face, 
an explosion of fantasy's. 
  
And every night, 
I will go for the ride, 
with a head that lost in so many fights. 
With a mind going round. 
I’m spinning in reality. 
  
Coated rhymes, 
I remember the sound, 
of my name introduced so many times.  
With a heart of lime, 
in lies and guarantees. 
  
Every part, 
every piece of my heart, 
I wrote down in lines on pieces of art. 
Call it fun call it trash, 
call it a sense out of charity. 
  
And every time, 
when I’m lost in a tide, 
I’ll run through pictures of things in my mind. 
And a final strike, 
in moments of reality.