Mainac mainly when my brain react Why it stay stuck on attack, gotta run it up No running back, Gotta be a stunna in the summer no being cold when you hitting things 110 degrees, past rattle snakes, off in the tall weeds Always waiting for a downpour, maybe a slight breeze Let life take us away like it does at ease Of leaving us ripped to pieces and peaces all torn Apart from being part of us like leaves, probably prophecies walking next to those who about to drop too they're knees Trying to hold what's left of energy on shoulders, for near future remedies lifting bolders off wisdom filled trees -AR