You see, you're born to die
Well that's infinite sadness
I'm standing on the edge of complete madness
Shut my eyes
Yes, I love the blackness
I Journey down deep into the heart of darkness
Funny how it goes when it seems on tow
There's a whole entire world on remote control soul

With the writing on the wall
It's so strange to think I'm wrapped around your finger
Just when I'm all alone
It's so cold inside, so cold that I can't figure

They got people, to keep you in step
And nothing sounds fresh, there was no positive flow from the west
And every kid went to school wearing a bullet-proof vest
It sounds like a mess, I like my shit to be clear
It's all that subliminal that keeps me in fear
And makes me beware of even the man in the mirror
You never know, he might be the one to pull the trigger

In the darkness of my dream
I can see that ray of light, that you control me
Everything must have a price
So it's not hard to understand that you can own me

With the writing on the wall
It's so strange to think I'm wrapped around your finger
Just when I'm all alone
It's so cold inside, so cold that I can't figure

It's my mission that I'm on this "why?" everytime
I grab the mic, I drop the bomb
And in my rhyme you will detect
in between the slang, traces of intellect
But from that, don't expect that I"m here to teach or to preach
I'm all about gettin' about going when I speak
And I'm takin' you higher than the peaks
That be in the fall, it's nineteen nine
And I'm still walkin' tall
There was a few times that I thought I might fall
And lose it all
But I got myself together-