H/M/B/S

Verse 1

Have you ever had a chance
To grab a dream eluded you
Invisibly dilliuting you
Mockingly confusing you
Taking part in fusion through
Two supple minds, bending like pines
To hold the drama you've been through
If music is my crutch
Than I'm within the clutch
Of my own obcession
Only difference?
This doesnt need therapy sessions
Cause I put more into my music
Than just flesh and blood
I put in my whole soul
I let myself write and watch it grow
Into a song that shares
My heartbeat and mentality
Because I dont rap about
Things that are fallacies
I rap about what I belive to be true
And if you dont like it, than fuck you too

Chorus (x2)

Heart and soul, body an mind
When I let it go, I just gotta unwind
I'm not covering anything up
I just gotta let you know
That rapping is more to me
Than just a show
Music equals life, it helps me cope
With what I deal with, its my lifeline
To keep me from going crazy at times

Verse 2

Sometime's I suffer from writer's block
I call it the writer's glock
Cause it kills my mood to write
The emotions just stop
And they dissapear out of sight
But fortunately they're back,
They very next day
And I end up saying more
Than I have to say
I spit fire so hot the world
Turns to gray
And I leave trails of astonished
MC's in my wake
Yo, this isnt just a game
There's more to this than just a name
You gotta prove yourself
Through work and preservation
And it's not accomplished
By ego masturbation
If I gotta climb atop a cliff
And tell it to the nation I will
So they can see why I'm truly ill

Chorus (x2)

Heart and soul, body an mind
When I let it go, I just gotta unwind
I'm not covering anything up
I just gotta let you know
That rapping is more to me
Than just a show
Music equals life, it helps me cope
With what I deal with, its my lifeline
To keep me from going crazy at times