Mike Reed - BoXed in hell.

Yea!
Feel like I'm in hell
But i don't got a soul to sell
I don't got a story to tell
I'm boxed in, and theres no one to help
I tried to yell!
But the box just sends the sounds back to myself

I looked within myself to try and help myself
Try and cure the symptoms
Soulless minions
All we care about is digitis
But most of yall will never see millions
Do anything we can to fit it
But i feel out of shape, I don't fit in
I don't feel the same don't you get it?
Ya'll think the same and I don't get it?
All of you the same, don't you get it
I must be different?
Well guess what, I'm different
(Different!)

I still make a couple figures
And chill with my niggas
Not settling for Honda Civics
I'm tryna drop of the Mayback
Chrome handles With my name scratched
On the way to pick up heavy paychecks

(Ha!)
Stuff it in my sock
Hop back in the benz and we pulling out lot
Desiring...money, fame, sliding on a thot
Stuck in the box
Ain't no way of getting out the box huh?

I spent so much time tryna make the plot
Planning
I spent so my grind tryna get the album to drop
And go to different planets
I spent so much tryna get out the lions den, the box
Like the book of Daniel

When life gets to hard to handle
We tend to go back to the blank canvas
We don't need to do that no more
Open your eyes
See the real scandal
See through the lies
Covered by the tide

Reshape, reform your box
Time to change when you see the proof
It may be a lot

All the shit i popped, was it worth it?
The dark side of my soul blocks me from my purpose
My purpose!
(Chained, I'm chained)

Yea!
Feel like I'm in hell
But i don't got a soul to sell
I don't got a story to tell
I'm boxed in and theres no one to help
I tried to yell
But the box just sends the sounds back to myself

(Yea! Feel like I'm in hell
But i don't got a soul to sell
I don't got a story to tell
I'm boxed in and theres no one to help
I tried to yell
But the box just sends the sounds back to myself)

Hell on earth
Hell on earth is real
I don't know
I don't know how to feel
What I know
Is that i gotta do my thing
Dark Lord
plottin on my name
He wont ever catch me
He wont ever get me
He won't ever catch me
He won't ever get me...

If the box is your souls
Ask your self this
Is it gonna grow
If the box if your brain
Ask your self this
Will you go against the grain

Written by:
Mike Reed

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