they vibe through me and ride through me/
these rhymes are gonna be the death of me/
when the rest of me is patiently/
waiting for the best of me/
they cry for me and lie for me/
these droves of words get high on me/
they soak up all my energy/
and when they work its irony/
the purest form of piracy/
stealing from the hi-archy/
to bring to you the poetry/
that drips from me like I'm sweating/
can never admit that I'm regreting/
taking those pills that did this to me/
they slowed my mind but sped by soul/
it's outta control, this lyrical flow/