Truth

[Verse 1: Lyr1c]

[Verse 2: Mistery]
Shh, no wait
Oh, I am so tired of being silenced in rain
So why do I sit here, recite and complain
Most of the rhymes you be writing are fake
The ghost of your life recognizes you're lame
If your legs don't work, don't belong in a lane
You can't be bolting, you'll be arriving in pain
Surviving and arising isn't expected with no fame
Building my wall up with symbolic bricks
Amounting my life to a bottle of piss
Whipping them all with hypnotic purpose
Astounding how I'm the only cobbled up prince
Of the black rose, rising, settle down and figure out how fix cracked glowing lightning
Devil told me I'm a sinner now cause of my knack for gauche rhyming
The petal from the dark is bitter, graveyard shift spitter, lacks social wiring
I'm alone now, gotta warn myself to hold the fort down
I'm the unknown soul in the core of the war sounds
There's four possible doors all of them lead to more dark tunnels, how
Am I still making my way through these storms, you're asking?
Well it's because of the passion I have for rap and fervour from Madie

[Verse 3: SplytSecond]