1. Open the floodgates, my blue collar soaking with bloodstains while I'm choking from duct tape/, mentally I'm broken in much ways I'm undisciplined I cannot be housebroken in one day/, ouch, that was the newspaper on the dome, I never knew hate till I was born/, I only knew my mother for weeks, my eyes barely opened I could see blood covered the sheets/, she lay motionless, my yelps she don't seem to notice them, then, the door opened and/, couple of boots walked in, grabbed me by the small of my neck, threw me against the wall and I bled/, I blacked out, woke up to a rustling, what seemed to be a garbage bag I'm stuck in this fucking thing/, noticed a rip so I'm going towards it but my reflexes, this what is birth defect is/, where there's a will there's a, well you know the rest, managed to drag myself all to the way to the opening/, that's where the storm laid ahead to where it took me now, I reflect on my life before they put me down.../ then the lightening hit, that's where my bite got big, instead of this needle, this where I strike instead/, this what they get playing catch with this rabid dog, once my I snap my jaw, this where I snatch it all/

hook2X: im just a young dog sprinting through a halloween storm getting chased by the ghost of his past yo,
i pray these phantoms dressed in dark cloaks never catch up and take me,
to enslave me,

2. 100 miles and runnin, heavy heart bumpin,
depression starts singing, notes hit the beat in my chest i start swinging,
mental scars gushin,
im fighting for reasons to keep stepping hard strugglin,
i was just a young dog, cell block 80,
thats the name people gave to the hell pops brang me,
i cried out for love, as frail snots grazing,
my lips i spent nights shouting help god save me,
fast forward to now, warring brute sounds,
battle drums bang thru enormous huge clouds,
banshees sound off, roaring thru howls of the wind,
my will power is my sword, this storm is to lit,
its raining, muddy puddles i strafe in,
i cant be number 2, i must succumb to some greatness,
win or lose war, puppy love is just fakeness,
i can only be a zero or number 1 in this matrix


hook2X: im just a young dog sprinting through a halloween storm getting chased by the ghost of his past yo,
i pray these phantoms dressed in dark cloaks never catch up and take me,
to enslave me,