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To tha beats in ma chest,

Tha melody it plays,

Melancholy raindrops,

Wash my pride away..



I scream in silence..

Ripples echo into space.

Strainin' my ears,

To hear a reminder,

Do I even exist?



But...silence.

Persists.

Who cares if I'm real?

I just look into tha mirror,

To reflect upon ma soul,

And see nothing but a blank stare,

Into thin air, glass and steel,

Watch me disappear until..

I've become invisible.



Seen but not felt,

Into these 4 walls and words I melt.

I trace my dreams in chalk.

Cuz they stillborn.

Dead aborted in my heart.

Before I even give them,

The chance to start.



Only in ma mind..

Can I be free.

This body is a prison,

My soul captivated,

By these thoughts of me.



Ain't no parole,

My life's a life sentence.

No early release or out fo' probation.

I'm a prisoner-fo'-life,

But is anybody listenin'?



Check 1, check 2, testin', testin'?



Yo...

Is this thing

on...?

Who'm I even asking...?