I'm Gone
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I be up in the lab composing letting the minutes drag and seconds tick
As I sit in front of my pen and pad just frozen
Alone as I go through my pain I slowly focus my aim
And let that hocus pocus flow through my brain
Another story scripted I'm chasing glory like Berry Gordy
Before he lived it but the basis of my allegory's cryptic
I'm sure he's gifted what makes someone like him and I so
Different though if I ain't winning I go gets it
But yo it's twisted you either gangsta with a gat cocked
Or an awful rapper and a cash crop all my thoughts
Captured in a snapshot I'm just a human in the
Truman show surrounded by some actors and a backdrop
So is it even real the way my movements and my
Breathing feel it's like I'm in a movie set with Steven Spiel
With no escaping yo it's hard to find that dough I'm chasing
Thats why my heart and mind are always racing
The goal is patience to die old our lives owe
No equations the rhymes cold flow is blazing son
I gotta make it though this chapter on my own
But right now I'm trapped up in the zone
It's on I'll find a way out and then I'm gone
I'm gone I'll find a way out and then it's on
It's on I'll find a way out and then I'm gone but
I'm going through it let it play out and then it's on
Some of them emotions that just
Exit out like oceans when I'm focused and my pen comes out
Be some things that I don't even tell my closest friends about
Like when my brother straight up flipped and pulled a gun
Out on me and my chick yo this ain't no made up shit
A metal slug almost filled me how can I still be
Glowing knowing my own flesh and blood almost killed me
Huh but I just left it in stride so all that anger and that
Sadness and that pride I suppressed it inside
But I guess I got a sensitive mind I started panicking in
Crowded places people were like mannequins with shrouded faces
Feels like my sanity is vanishing without it's traces
But I just hide it in my silent stasis my will's
Beaten the quill bleeding's the real reason
My skills feel ill even it spills decent
I'm still breathing I'm chasing bills like I'm thrill seeking
But I could hear the wheel from the film reel squeaking
I'm back to frame one yo I'm starting to think
These images is all the same son but when the
Pain's done I'll make it through this chapter on my own
Even though right now I'm trapped up in the zone