Hope

The Maveriix ready when you are

Dark clouds over my head

No chance to get ahead

Drifting without a rudder in the stream of life

Will I bloom through this gloom and escape this doom

It's all uncertain odds stacked up heavy against us

In this system of vicious circle snakes and scorpions

Make the wrong move and it could be your last turn

Friends turn brutal stabs in the back like they were Brutus

Carrying our Scars like we Mufasa in this jungle

Try to rise from despair but this spear pins me down

Furnishing my rut with flurries of negative thoughts