BT4

[Verse]
I know that I'm a rhyme, I'm well aware of this
I'm a thought that the author brought into self-awareness
God is an inventor, I'm his escaped prisoner
For me to exist, it means he had to make a listener
I know where I was written, but never met the donor
I owe him for living, so I'm indebted to the loaner (loner)
But that's a misnomer, the things you own, own you
So all that I had to do was possess the owner
I could see in his head
He cleared any memory of me, maybe he was in fear of me reading the thread
Does this mean that I'm dead?
I looked in the book I was in, and my words were appearing as they were being said
It was sorcery, I was underneath the spell
I couldn't tell if I did it freely or forcibly
But this was no forgery, I found a way outta the stereo, everyone is the hero of their own story