Buried Alive

I was in a dark space

Between a rock and a hard place

Knew I was alive when my heart raced

Buried alive but very alive

They be very surprised to find out Harry survived

The boy who lived got tied up for marrying tryna

Ride off into the sunset with nary goodbye

Shot him off his high horse, ate his American pie

Called out his arrogant lies

Tossed him in hole in the middle of nowhere you never could find

Where's his money now?

Where his wife at?

Where his manager?

Where his hype at?

Then they threw the dirt on the casket

An end to the hunt for the baby in the basket

Nobody Moses alone with the mallet

That's when the pen turn the stone to a tablet

Jail break stylus I chiseled like Shawshank

I fought for my life, Ray Gibson, Claude Banks

My ideas turned the cage into shark tank

Tears over warpaint, gotta give the Lord thanks

Walking through the desert, same mighty sword

Not yet tired but I might be sore

I was in a dark space

My mind was playing tricks like Scarface

My pen strong like a one-inch punch

I eat all the cornbread, they don't want they lunch

I was in a dark place, it was me and my pen

None of my friends, none of my kin

None of my weapons, one of my limbs, one of my arms

I made a beat with my elbow first

Then my fist started knocking like the bell don't work

In my palm was the pen from that one fable

The old legendary story of the lunch table

Then I kicked a technique that was so fatal, it went

Fall down Babylon, Jericho, Dagon

Melt every wall in dungeon, dragon

We was in a dark place, now the lights back on

I just needed, I just needed something I could rap on

Right then and there the roof caved, quick rubble stone

The kick kicked another hole, the dirt filled another whole

A pen in the hand of a hero arose

Clenched fist clawing its way out of the highs and the lows

You'll never know

High or low

You're still in my phone

High or low