My mind wanders with no destination im full of so many words but have no conversation im like a closed book open me and read let some fresh air in for my lungs to breathe my head is an unattended lawn full of weeds crushed and stuff in a dutch with no seeds ive been cuffed more then a pair of jeans so future for me is only in my dreams everyday i scheme just to make a buck and its makin my heart like a armor truck hard on the outside hollow on the inside i feel lonely like a gun thats never been fired im so tired direct me to my coffin im so sick no fever no coughing lost in my own world population 1 survived by my ryhmes till your reading is done Tino (the illiz ni$$a out)