The best of getting rid of what I love, its similar to drugs, inferior to none- Im staring at sun cause I wanna see the world, tearing out my nerves Im scared of feeling numb, fear is just a word and Im rarely in the rear Im in the front, nearly unprepared but number one, I was born a gun but molded into drums, solely my soul is on the run and I hope you're having fun, boiling with the knowing that my flow will overcome-, holding nothing against- brother and friends, lovers undiscovered and the staring masses, Im still glaring at the sun but now Im wearing sunglasses.

Blue pink purple, moodswings hurtful.