But the night is weak
Found myself all alone in the zone while I write to beats
And let the black ink bleed against the whitest sheets
And let the story be told through the eyes of me
Too tired to sleep
I set fire to the liar in me
Crow on a wire couldn't find him a tree
Only found was a pile of weed
Just smiled and decided to eat
Now I always keep a pile with me
Still a child in the wild with beasts
Who made a style from the Nile of grief
Freestyles through the miles of me
Spin a spiral that be dialed to me
Are you smiling
Are you crying to sleep?
Well me, I'm just trying to breathe
In a world where the foulest lead
Keep stuffing in the mouth of greed
We cook old like it's alchemy