Everyday, my hands on a place. On a string that moves in so many ways. With a smile on my face, an explosion of fantasy's. And every night, I will go for the ride, with a head that lost in so many fights. With a mind going round. I'm spinning in reality. Coated rhymes, I remember the sound, of my name introduced so many times. With a heart of lime, in lies and guarantees. Every part, every piece of my heart, I wrote down in lines on pieces of art. Call it fun call it trash, call it a sense out of charity. And every time, when I'm lost in a tide, I'll run through pictures of things in my mind. And a final strike, in moments of reality.