Frozen by the potential of me

I see me

Trapped inside the lyrical G

A-T-E

Strapped with the formula of verbal abuse

To use

To Misuse

However I choose

To be beaten bloody from my very own fist

As punishment for not succeeding my list

Catch the jist

Cant be pissed

For the caged bird sings

Cuz they keep clippin my underprivileged wings

They hold me from their strings

So I try to manage my things

But that voice inside of me says I gotta do good

However I could

No longer is it should

That I gotta start sculpting this new slab of wood

For imperfections are lost

Destruction is futile

Pay attention to the boss

Cuz the future is you child

Produce for the rest of the world to see

That their potential is frozen by me

Let them think creatively

So they can be free

Unlike me