This is a song about "The face of the shadow"

Over the face of rejection,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I'm scared of my own shadow

Although thought that we would grow

Spheres of shadow strike the gates

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

I am the shadow that lingers around

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

In the face of any heathen believing that he's achieving my

Raybands...hide the face of,

Trying to get back to this thing called love

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Across the face of the earth

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and