Firewithin (Intro)

[Hook] It's a long road Staring at me Can't breathe Can't see Lord won't you save me, Lord [Chee Malabar] This is the fire within like when the Harlem Choir sings Amidst the leviathan, the science of this Nair prince Since he died for my sins and I ain't Christian Been constantly considering the concept of heaven Through rhythms reminiscent of distant drums that bring hums Brought 'Wince at the Sun' while a sepia hued moon hid This is solace music for the deeply wounded Who live in a vaccum, my rhymes is a broomstick To, match that pullm had to master cool Transformed to a December like Alaskan mood Through the summer, winter, fall, spring, spit sleet mang So when you drop degrees to where my tears should freeze pain I rock Bermuda shorts, only complaining 'bout a heat wave Catch me on Ebay selling Rodney King's beat tape Just to reincite folks you consistently shit on This is food for thought for starving artists to binge on [Hook] It's a long road Staring at me Can't breathe Can't see Lord won't you save me, Lord [Rainman] Let the fires begin, the rappers and liars pretend Inspired to bring, the styles that make the town crier begin to sing The figure within the dream I take wings, glue 'em and face the sun If I lose, at least I can say that I embraced the drum Set my rhythm and changed for none We independent since the days of pause mixed tapes And fifty dollar karaoke boxes (yeah!) Pompous to some cause I compromise to none Take it or leave it come on Rainman the truth Lock stock and two, smoking guns with the focus of one Beautiful mind, cerebellum soaked in rum So we could ignite the beat before motherfuckers could burn the track Learn the facts, or get drunk off the worm you drank You got a couple years left And then they throwing Chee in an internment camp [Hook] It's a long road Staring at me Can't breathe Can't see Lord won't you save me, Lord