Clearing the mind, paint a picture through words. stories for the blind, what's a mirror to them, is love for some. Nothing to those who come searching for answers, finding the truth. Living young breathing dumb growing on our youth, asking the lease of help, yielding through my own turns, to manny eyes asking for shit in return, now working for those who chose to stay around at the lowest, with little time to rest, I promised to give it my best, in doing it for me.. To much pain lies within looking to where I been.