Remedy

no more light at the end of the tunnel

its like the final fight to end all the trouble

quite right I sit tight an try and burst the bubbles

get my verses heard but my words are mumbled

I was shinin bright through the strife and the struggle

my life coulda woulda been alright I could be humble

collecting all the nectar like a bumble bee

rejecting my plight into this negativity

aged in my brains like a rotting disease

pleased to make peace with forgotten prophesy

ragin at the people when am weak at the knees

an takin any form of illegal remedy

I believed deceit and revenge would be easy

seemingly not I got locked up – please free me

dreamin of a scene of pastures of green

passed all my serenity cant seem to scream