"Untitled" ...Unfinished, lol.. I dabbled with it a bit - wasn't feeling it as much as I would of liked to. Whenever I feel down; my hands are touching the floor A tear drop drips under my pores; so I'm wearing flip-flops I'd like nothing more than for hip-hop, to be there. But I need air, to breathe.. Well I wish I could breathe real air, My mind only allows what my Heart doesn't, I'm tucked in a cloud; My reigns aren't comin' - A cotton swab is stuffed in the sound. Its hard lovin' life, when lifes' love doesn't need you.. Doesn't feed you fruits of labor - no cater; to know what its like. Its tough despite, the roughness In the colds' night air. I run from writing; Theres no care that I wish to flair & push up.. ..LIGHT; Is the only jump that I proceed to head towards. Push my head into the headboard - A guide to death is my mentor.