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'd be very surprised to find out Harry survived The boy who lived got tied up for marryin’ 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 a hole The middle of nowhere you never could find Where's his money now? Wherе his wife at? Where his managеr? Where his hype at? Then they threw the dirt on the casket And into the hunt for the baby and the basket Nobody Moses, alone with the mallet That's when the pen turned the stone to a tablet Jailbreak stylus, I chiseled like Shawshank I fought for my life, Ray Gibson, Claude Banks My ideas turn a cage into shark tank Tears over war paint, gotta give the Lord "Thanks" Walkin’ through the desert, same mighty sword Not yet tired, but I might be sore I was in a dark space My mind was playin' tricks like Scarface My pen strong like an one-inch punch I eat all they 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 knockin' 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 the dungeon, dragon We was in a dark place, now the lights back on I just needed, I just needed somethin' I could rap on Right then and there the roof caved, quick rubble stone The kid kicked another hole, the dirt filled another hole The pen in the hand of a hero arose Clenched fist clawin' its way out, the highs and the lows You'll never know High or low You’re still in my phone High or low