-is this the last resort-the picture is destort-is it time to abort-my feelings i report- -i express without rest-to keep from becoming depressed- -the emotions are stressed-and seem more painful then death-
-writting is like a pill for my pain-and a treatment to keep sain-myself i remain- -through the pain in this game-the streets are the flame-
-the skys where i aim-im not asking for fame-
-i will be the lame-and take the blame-
-will we voice the same-and rejoice in the name-
-the world is hell-from hevean we fell-
-i refuse to dwell-cuz this earth we live on is hell-
-every minute leads to an hour-we have to make our power-
-theres no time to be sour-these words i devoure-
-standing as tall as a tower-
