Freewriting
• Written by Erudite
A sixteen; script like the Sistine, I spit clean
Paint a picture that's pristine
Beauty of this scheme lost in my fix, dreams
lost in the mix, I fiend with this pen
Got Pandora's box full of tricks
With my demons again
Cross-faded in kicks
Just so you can't see where I've wallowed in shit
J's, and a full bottle, I'm lit
Imitating brighter days
As I instigate a lighters blaze
Is this just a writers phase?
Wrong, this is just to right the page
Fight the darkness, light the age
