Paper and Pen Don Rello

[Verse 1]
Retrace the steps and you can open up your mind
It's kinda ugly when you see the shit inside
You get to thinkin' bout the pain that you've inflicted over time
I sacrifice my kind of rhymes just to drop it on the dime
I wonder 'bout the world and all that it's got
With all the God-given destinies, it's church over thought
You know that you can change the future for a war to be fought
And then the rest of us congest the fuss to know when to stop
With the generation of pen & paper digressed to vapor
I'm blessed with anger to ventilate the major defense to danger
I only paint ya' a picture to end the pain
For the six or seven remainder of eyes, just give a place or the time
I conversate with the lies that I create
Confined to the space, I might just divide up to find the place
If I'm out of body, the aim is to not demolish my fate
I should prolly offer the same to a long-forgotten array
Of people got me sane, it's the follower's kind of day
Hop on top of the train of my thought, it's awfully safe
The ambiance'll shock the face of the paying passenger, tazed
And that's a thought to solve the game of the life I'm trying to play
The option to debate is often caged in all the brains
You engage enough to rage and all you lost is what you made
A Molotov is made to flame and it'll fade when I awake
An onomatopoeia, when I'm gone, I'll make a bang!