I'm walking a thin line dangling from despair / melancholy like the somber notes that ring in my ears/ each 1 of my fears /I'm bringing them near /y I embrace them/ to the point where there so potent /that I can taste em/ y chase em ?seems they come to me walking/ salutations in hushed tones still they come to me talking/ unavoidable like death when poison consumed/ I been ill since I was poised in the womb/ infected/ festering/ wound/ like Ma birthed the boy in tomb/ cursed to move in this cruel earth where doom lurk/ still I throw /the the jabs like javelins/ frame tatterd from pain hammered in/calamity Jane/ manners, matter when/ the hammers spin. Shell casings/ heavy rain and scattered wins got me back drug dabbling/ acting up in the atmosphere im Anakin/ keeping it real amongst the manaquins in the struggle wit savages cause for all intents and purposes their intent is to damage us