I strain to shut off the world outside me,
But I can't cover my ears when my arms are tied behind me,
It's not likely that I'll ever be famous,
Hell I'm not sure I even know what fame is,
I'm not blameless but I do my best to cover my sins,
To cover them in the color of sin right under my skin,
My lovers, my friends how can I win this,
If I quit this as soon as I get this,
This script is forgotten, it wasn't written for me,
They said you can have the world and I took it literally,
So miserably I skimmed my fingers across these pages,
I grow impatient with my fist running across these faces,
I'm lost with patients with no patience from my own center,
My own liver shoved in this fine-stone blender,
I'm no winner with no angel wings to save me,
Only my baby to make me sain yet I'm crazy,
Amazing how quickly my words turn to a new subject,
Once again I'm left in such smooth unrest,
I just continue to type, let my fingers run freely,
Till my fingers linger and I run screaming,
Yet I'm the one reading the death of my own work,
My own hurt is what buries me in my own dirt,
Simple rhythm has soothed my flow,
Forgetting the words in the lyrics that I used to know,
I used to go but woah this whole world is gettin scary now,
My hands are trapped in the graves where I'm cemetary bound,
Stuck in this cemetery now rest my dome on this headstone,
When my heads blown, pull the trigger till the leads gone,
I'm headstrong but my legs are so weak,
When this fear strikes me from my head to my feet,
From my death till I'm seen as maybe not the greatest,
Cause I'm not famous,but as the Native who changed it,
From gang hits on racists when we blame this on the same chick,
My fames risked when they see wat my true face is,
My blade on your neck this is how you lose face kid,
My true race is RED in both senses,
Both witnessed the gross twisted hopelessness,
That flows in this rope's swiftness, my notes quickness,
My quotes gifted in the fact it was wrote senseless,
They are both witness to this bloodshed,
Native and Bloody thug said his blood's red,
So with this bandanna burned are all of my sins covered?
Or is my twin lover stuck in thunder of sins' mother,
This cover can only reach from my nose to my feet,
I'm five feet deep with only one foot to reach,
I'm the towns sacrifice and there about to get rid of me,
It's down to my kids and me, writing loud for the imagery,
Screaming my last words so that they're bound to remember me,
I'm the laughin stock till my casket drops, drowned in misery,
Close your eyes, hold your breathe, and count to infinity.