[Verse: One]
This is something serious misses
Loveliness near us, interrupting it steers us
Yet touching it fears us, yet its nothing
Periods start to question marks that are left
Cutting in between the line will force your letters
Blend inject, vein habits into ya main habit
Truth will unfold a heavy blanket like ya main rabbit
Shoulder shrug, smoking on ya boldest nug
Contemplating the escape of pain without
Any medicinal sort of drug
You're bored, so you rock with heavy metal
Lustrus chemical element in the lightest form essential
Vital and crucial to any sign of the truth
Used to be organic vitamins floating inside of you
Now its death, and its bound together in a small bundle
New feelings are to be buried by an old shovel, hold nothing
Anything that forceful, must be offensive
You're on the fence of acting apprehensive
You're pensive awaiting your own sentence
You're the judge, the bailor, the lawyer
You're own suspect, defendant? do you have any last words to say?
Yes I'm sorry for being sorry ok
I said I'm sorry for being sorry ok
But no matter how many times it's said
It doesnt mean shit if you can comprehend whats inside ya head
[Hook]
Stuck in the walls..
Stuck in the walls..

[Verse: Two]
Fucking acting like it ain't happened is just harassing you
Fake funkin' until you asking for truth
So you can be max at ya groove
Passin' your facts in your rap so smooth
But your past don't move, neither can you
If you ain't asking for loot
And fuck a government revenue
Baby keeping it off of the grip
Making the side money is fun
But its not enough when you're having a kid
But you ain't got to worry about that yet
You're just a kisser, a teaser, no pleasing
Cus you got a main squeeze and ya juice is delicious at home
You just like to wine taste some different tones
Bulks of grapes, they feed 'em to you like most of your slaves
Stuck in a phase, your feelin' disgustin' for days
Bustin' your name is already tiring at such a young age
It must be a phase, ya lustrous ways
Hush of the day you fucked up your name
Bury it in your secret garden, the roses bloom backwards in this yard
Who knows why they like to live large and then they miss they mark
Life is easier under wraps , cus the words of the beauty
Take it away like a map and you lose your direction and truly miss your view
So your posted in the garden, practice wall, aerosol and talk of your involvement
Spraying the truth instead of your name, jail is more livid inside of your brain
But you dont mind it all of the time, at least you got the walls to listen
Layer after layer of paint, the truth shall fossil inside and glisten
[Hook]