How Eye One The Write Too Think

It took me a while to relize we were on the same page

I was getting tired of reading it aloud in different ways

I aint the only person that's traveled through this maze

Not really sure whether it was me or them that was craaaaazy

Digging a hole in every single system, lit the candle to envision

What's lost in this position, crossing out superstition

Sitting in a time macheine. A bleeding mind dreams

Of beating my esteem to give the crime scene shining bling.

I'm no longer a boy scout... Cause punching myself in the face

Wont neccasarily get the voice out!

That's something no one ever took the time to point out

But I had to learn to whisper before I could enjoy shouting

Periodically I feel like I've wasted my breath

And all I've got to show for is paper stained ink

But I aint really trippin a the end of the day...

Cause life is experiance and this is how eye won the write two think!