Who am I close to? A pen or a person Who am I close to? My paper or my best friend,who? I lock myself in a room Filled with unknown ideas Waiting to be written down on a paper. Find myself,asking myself Who can i trust except a pen and paper? Blood fill my voice with words That free the soul And the ink fill the soul With chapters that immortalise the spirit. Dear loved ones I can't play nor speak memories For i rap,rhyme,write the rights of my thoughts As my spirit right my wrongs. AND THAT'S WHY I'M ALONE.