On the verge of breakin the pen that I use tonight,
So confused I'd like to stop but dammit I can't quit,
I flinch at the damage the second I'm handed it,
With reckless abandonment fuckin stuck in this Kansas shit,
With aimless hope I'm chasin ghosts cause I keep on vanishin,
Dammit kid the words I want I just can't seem to find,
They locked the doors on my cage so I scream inside,
Believe me I would quit but I lack the willpower to do it,
The meal hours are through with so chill coward don't do shit,
I keep tryin to speak clearly so the pen hides my accent,
Fuck talkin to God cause he only denies the facts when I try to ask him,
Supply the passion with 10 pages of scribbled lines,
Such big emotions too big to cope with trappin my little mind,
Native thugs get stained in blood from giant hearts full of trouble,
With the coldest muscle I strike with hands of swollen knuckles,
The oldest struggle unfold the puzzle see I'm a tiny speck of dust,
My race preserved on this place reserved with no respect for us,
See Fuck man I'm tryin to calm down with all this Native shit,
Razorblades just graze the wrist, look how fucked this Native is,
Sorry guys it's off the topic, this mountian I'm too small too top it,
With this pen I get too small a profit through all the nonsense,
Too small to talk shit? I'm the first one to start the violence,
I'm rippin out of my element with no regard to science,
Carry the heart of lions, mindset of a savage,
So long with no songs now I'm left as a has-been,
9 steps to the action, 10 steps to the cliff,
10 syringes end the sickness, 6 left in the ditch,
Cause a quick trigger makes you a bit quicker, my vest an inch thicker,
My sick scripture shows stick figures the big pictures a bit bigger
OH and by the way fuck a chorus
