Control The Four Owls

[Fliptrix: Intro]
Yeye, Losing control, finding control
What?

[Verb T: Verse 1]

I'm like a run away train or a beast untamed
A mouth full of paraffin spittin' in the flames
More than a few lines written on the grave
Man im living on a page till the victim to the rage
Psychological trigger, pulled by the diabolical figure
I acknowledge the distance as grown
It's like my thoughts are my own sometimes when i zone
Ego is over blown
Strugglin' to keep it all in check
What we need is more respect
On the same page we can all progress
But too many act like they're too big for that
Whipping that car out of the lane
And then skidding back
The loss of control
Now you're not boss of your own life
You're trapped in a fight you got to resolve
And then you climb back gradually
And find that clarity
Then lie back happily