Woke up in the middle,
third life same pain
why is life a riddle.
Hard work tough love
can't handle the pressure.
Hot head cold feet
symptomatic of defeat.
Tricked by the keeper
lured with a seed
devoured by a plant
Doubt and darkness
offered the grim reaper
here's your weight in gold
Be bold same pain
gold chain tied to a tree
Wait a minute gold chain so tight
breathing became an opportunity.
Rage filled his heart
and this was his art
