Here we go, only just a year ago, I sat up at my writing desk trying out material Most of it was it was saying cheerio To serial offenders, when it came to making embers, Of old flames, a cold game, May into December, I hate that I remember, I hate that I was played, I was blatantly dismembered, by your temper when it frayed, Never again. Be cautious of the doorways in memory lane, Should you enter I'm afraid you'll be getting detained, It cost me a lot so I'm indebted to pain, I may have lost, but don't forget what i've gained, It heavily rained, on the day that I was born, I've always had experience of weathering storms My raps wrap rap bandages, No tracks lack candidness I wax lyrical, mic shining like a candle stick, Put my stamp on it. Signed, sealed, delivered.. Battle my demons need to find shields and quivers, Still I see me as child running through the fields and rivers, Now i'm running through the rhymes, till your spines feeling shivers, Give us a moment to relax, Opponents see the omens in components of my tracks, That I give heart, like organ donors in my raps, So your sales are flat, my condolences for that Attract good luck like money spiders, Loved the sunny days sipping summer ciders, Romance on city nights, Wheel of fortune spinning us to dizzy heights, I said my past was ugly, that was pretty right, Enough to make me contemplate the fifty flights, Fall into oblivion, calling for deliverance, Praying to the Lord, trying to make a parachute En route to my doom tearing pages out Corinthians…

Hot girls, and cold glances Hold glasses, toast hopeless romances, Slow dances, poetry for no chances, Broke painter on an old canvas, No dope handlers, emerging from the smoke Like Pope Francis, so poke cameras Friends sitting on the sofa, we joke But we don't know chandlers, just wrote stanzas Can we handle whatever the globe hands us, No answers, like throat cancers, can't speak And this week i'm feeling I'm brash with Blowing my assets, till their froze, like snow Blowing on pastures, I dream of how green My grass was, in past tense, my own pride the raps dent Who cares what the track meant? Music you attract men, Only to entrap men, So I wrote this song in a position of entrapment (chorus) Hot girls, and cold glances Hold glasses, toast hopeless romances, Slow dances, poetry for no chances, Dorothy, this is no Kansas, Visions of home keep flashing I close lashes, Pose for the scope, wearing your clothes fashioned No passing notes in this class Hope you know acting, don't be yourself, That's a known fact in, this rap thing, We're learning to adapt in, with no passion I wanna change it but my showmanship Aint noticed, I'm a lone man with My own soul, which I hold with a strong man grip Writing snowman scripts, that never last the light of day Meanwhile my moments slip, thats why I rap this right away And I hope it sinks, into your skin like Miami Ink, So I make a mark then depart, Leaving all of you to have a think