How eye one the write too think?

It took me a while to relize we were on the same page
I was getting tired of reading it aloud in different ways
I aint the only person thats traveled through this maze
Not really sure whether it was me or them that was craaaaazy
Digging a hole in every single system, lit the candle to envision
whats lost in this position, crossing out superstition
sitting in a time macheine. A bleeding mind dreams
of beating my esteem to give the crime scene shining bling.
Im no longer a boy scout... cause punching myself in the face
wont neccasarily get the voice out!
Thats something no one ever took the time to point out
but I had to learn to whisper before I could enjoy shouting
periodically I feel like I've wasted my breath
and all I've got to show for is paper stained ink
but I aint really trippin a the end of the day...
cause life is experiance and this is how eye won the write two think!