This is a song about "Page armstrong"

With foreign names, valet the range

There is no sunshine on this page

Book of life but we on a seperate page

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Things to change. i'm not even sure to continue the page.

If i die before i wake

I flipped the page, scripted and made,

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Steaming enraged, unleashing my rage, released on the page,

And i doubt that ever change

And get to work on a new beats page

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Spit rhyme after rhyme, i'm flying off the page

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

"this song makes me feel good inside" - evlin facebook page