The Mental Discovery

The Mental Discovery

I found my passion in writing that's my discovery. I take no prisoners, all the mm's in your pockets won't help. There's still no recovery. Relapsed to overdosing on the lyrics, so wave bye to your future since your brain is fried and your dreams are history. My pen is the illest and the ink is the sickness so the death of the competition has no mystery. Just dramatic, a novel filled with obituaries. I can't stop pushing envelope its habitual. They're always adding sanctions to my pen, its named the sanctuary. Rest in peace to the competition, stone age thoughts leave you buried in the cemetery. Discovered the cure for my pen, yet the lyrics allow me to become a visionary. No blinders on, just an eyeless dictionary. Just playing pictionary so the blind man can see. Open your mind and your eyes will be free. Writing is the braille for the masses and y'all get the lessons from me. No excuses, there's no reason for self stupidity. I explored myself and discovered me. I have too much passion to be apathetic. No feelings for the losers so I can't be sympathetic. I found desire by discovering my ambition. Ya dig, failure isn't copacetic. On a road to misery and its with no company that's straight pathetic. I tasted passion and my ambitions won't allow me be anything but epic. I searched for freedom and discover the ability to choose. Knowledge is freedom and my knowledge arsenal is incredible, I can't lose. No time to snooze, just finding mental freedom in an unconscious state. The strengths and weaknesses contrast in a conscious debate. An expedition of fear allow you to notice that bravery lies on the other side of the gate. Unleash your bravery to discover you and you'll find the fire inside you. Its a burning desire. Adaptation, my versatility comes in different hues. Yeah, rewarded for the recovery, freedom of my mind was my discovery. If your mind isn't free, then there's no recovery.