Buried Alive - Hunter

What y'all think? Lyrics; Here I am, buried in the ground, in this box, that I found myself, in. They tryin' to make me give in, I can feel it within, determination to win. One inch punch, I'm a get myself out. Hittin' that wall 'til it fuckin' bust down. Dig myself out, but no-one cares, even if I'm in a rush to get somewhere, they would love me see fall back, they would love to see me fall down, but I won't give it to 'em - Satisfaction of the action. This cinema is givin' us somethin' to be proud of, lasting passion. Desire for rations, blasting past us. Lookin' at the bottom from the top I'm passing, all of these lazy motherfuckers who hate. Motherfuckers who ain't, me. As you can see I'm better than you'll ever be. Tryin' hold me back, tryin' to hold me down. Know what I'm worth, calculate the amount. My intelligence is questioned, but yours isn't found. What's relevant is prevalent, evident, predicate. Elemental peddling. Editing this rhetoric. Caught up in a lie but I'm a stand up guy, so I'm a try to ride it out this time.. It's eating at my brain and it's making me insane. Everything about this is something I wish I could change. But I can't, so I gotta just deal with it, keep it real and shit, are you feelin' it? Wishin' I was livin' in a different place, my fire the desire that I'm feeding it. The game that I can change is my life, right. So I'm not givin' up to the lime light. And I'll never retire until the time's right. It's scary but this isn't like fright night, more like fight night, round ten I'm in. Goin' blow for blow, hit for hit, goin' tit for tat. Get 'em back into track, get 'em back in place, what do I get for that? A whole lotta nothing why am I trying at all? Cause that's the kind of man I am, The walls are talking and I can hear them speak, talkin' about every single weakness, but I'm goin' with strength, I can go the length, got me sayin', fuck this bleakness. helping out others with a stretch of my hand. If you need a lift I could help you to stand. But I ain't never asked, for a handout, watch it unfold as it pans out... I'm a close my eyes, and I'll go to paradise, someplace that's hidden, a garden? That's nice. Yeah, I could really get with that, see what I am taking and I'm giving it back, tenfold better, through this weather, can you remember this neverending letter? That I was writing when I started it all. Then I started to fall, but I caught the ledge. Realizing that this wasn't who I was, now the truth is always rushing through my head. Taking ten steps forward but I'm never ahead cause I'm on a treadmill, it's roadkill, solo. No casket, gravedigger you can have it. I don't give a fuck, blast it, trash it. Manage this damage. Not being buried alive. Cause I will survive. http://www.Facebook.com/HunterTheEmcee (Like me!) http://www.Twitter.com/HunterTheEmcee (Follow me!) HunterTheEmcee - Add my on Skype! http://www.mediafire.com/?1r90v1080r3yl58 - DL My FREE Mixtape; #ATroubledMind Beat produced by Sinima.