Runaway
There's not enough ink in my pen or room on this paper
To write down my past I'd need to face sooner or later.
It's my doomsday and my faith awaits for my fake cue
I start to look for cracks in the walls to escape through.
My window of opportunity doesn't come with a great view,
So why take center stage when its already too late to.
I'm unlikely to climb the height, I try to hide at times of fright
I'm only constructive with life when I write my rhmes at night.
Just a mime with a lot of spite, I'm a misfit and I admit it
I've bit the bullet then later shot myself in the foot with it.
I spend my time gently placing rhymes to comprehend the pace,
And take long stares at empty spaces with a not so friendly face.
Descending on the never ending page with a lost look
And try to find myself within it, but I end up exhausted with my thoughts shook.
I Still remember what I did last summer so I'm not off the hook
Not a crook, I'll show you the art of war when I spot the book
The exact oppoiste, I'm a pacifist with a master wit,
Wasted with a pack of cigs thats attracting passive kids
I tell them on that madish tip that a victim is all an addict is.
Fact is I took a turn for the worst and never looked back
Standing dead with my foot in the tracks, I try to run laps
But get spun back to the hook faster then undone raps.
I'm a shadow of the sun wherever I stand at so I find gaps
In my vision, I use brain navigation for my mind maps
Hoping I don't get a mind lapse or have my heart collapse
I don't want to find myself in the same place I started at.
A Lost soul in the crossroads where the truth unwinds as time folds
I keep checking my mirror for blind spots I know my mind holds
Padded down, my face is masking now - my past is passing round
Stranded in this scattered town - should I turn back around?
Cause the task at hand is heavy, I'm in doubt & depression
Asking questions that's raising them without a question.
Lies & confessions, I might as well die cause forget it
I don't know where I've been, at or where I'm headed.
With no method how do you expect me to be fighting sound?
Find me heads up, face down with a fist in the air as I quietly drown.
This is it, I'm a sink in today
I keep my feelings bottled up and drink em' away.
Some runaway from problems, and don't try to solve em
Some runway from their fears and stay running for years.
I'm not running away from any of the above, I don't wanna be dumb
I'm running away from the man I used to be, to the one I wanna become.