12:20

(Freestyling It All The Way)

Visions of missions with high intuition but wishin precision on my strange condition No one to help me to set free or simply just lead me solution and high resolution Substitution I feel the pain is unreal standing in fear saving all but one tear that I cry clutching to what is left of my pride Coincide with my soul tear it up no console Just leave me to be in mere prosperity Wait my outlook is changing stars start rearranging a smile pertaining to great victory All that I see makes me believe.