Realize/my eyes/tell the history of me/such a mystery 'cause he/shows emotions in strange ways/doesn't reveal it but pain stays/when others laugh/I'm only able to crack/that crooked smile/open up, it just took a while/don't speak, but write poems by the pound/when I'm alone, no ones around/recite 'em to myself/what I write is like my wealth/sometimes read 'em once, then they hide up in the shelf/its my life, like its tied up with my health/not about size, but how you dealt/with the obstacles/that tried to stop your goals/but scoring them shouldn't cost your soul/I want lots of gold/but not a gram for me/no its all for my family/don't need a crayon to see/colors, like I can see it in things I hear/so bright it stings my ear/it brings my tears/from eyes/then dries/upon the concrete/the songs beat/meets my heart, but never strikes it as hard as lyrics/my scars so clear it/is impossible not to show my hurt/when they throw my Earth's/dirt upon me/my songs see/the light of day/never find or read it all, like he writes night and day/every time new thoughts found/cant help but jot down/these words I print/its just coincidence/that they rhyme/when intertwined/with one another/run for cover/when bullets from guns will hover/either way Death becomes your lover/just a matter of when/I don't think, ink just splatters from pens/and shatters the lens/so you see the picture differently/fuck an award, happy if they just mention me