It's time to take control,
Turn one more page and live my life
Forget about those feelings
That once cracked me behind

You say my words ain't no poem
But worthless laments from my bum
And then you'll pack my feelings
Into something that can be sold

Fuck the whole industry
Don't listen to a word they say
It ain't autentic
Art is about breaking the chains

They won't control my feelings
Inspiration floats, dictates the game
Increase perception
Makes my history when i think of

Hiroshima losing her
Suport identity when showing my mind
Hiroshima losing her
Showing some respect for what goes inside