We`ve all written the past.
as all the planets, stars and moons collapse
I stand within the smoke with a pen at hand
ready to write, the very tonight that grabs
my attention takes flight within the gift of rap
so sick of past, haunting my decision of future
living for you to give me a tuner
this guitar has been played the right song
while the angels call...I write all night long
sing the stories that bring me worries
that give me fury, now I live to hurry
running in the web, the drummings newly wed
to the cunning of a loving writer that said
"your dreams are everybody`s else jokes"
so why do I find myself withing my own quote
its the hope that made me, so hold me, save me
I have a chance like luck, probably, maybe
I live this way like we should dance
but we will never find the chance
so let us glorify and laugh
while we all sit and write the past
man..I write, write, write cause I hold more
to only end up behind another closed door
but tomorrow is enough to give me hope for
so the smile you see is coming from my souls core
its getting harder man, it`s getting darker man
the more I breath, destiny is getting farther man
I leave the drama in, within my honour man
without a reason, I believe it is a part of man
so heres a piece of me, to be piece of you
so let it feed the peace, please see the truth
cause it is free to use, so let us free the news
let us freely choose, finally freedom flew
play the minor keys, disguised in me
Ive been alive to see, a real rhyming dream
it is shining these, within the timeless weave
so lets finally keep, the finest green