Chemical Reaction The residue from my ego Caked into a stain on my brain Like blow-up dope on a beaker After being rocked up by a flame Acts of self-centeredness Dangerously close to second nature Trigger internal intoxicants Invading my sobriety like vapors Just the memories of cloud nine Are seductive enough to keep me crashing So I try not to speak of them In a glorifying fashion As for the criminal activity In which I've tremendously indulged The same thing goes Because I still have drama in my soul I hear about that caliber of hope During the solitude of silence When I search for traces of myself Beyond envy, fear and violence I can almost see my loved ones say The jig is truly up Don't chase our love away Because you refuse to stand up Man up and be a "G" Minus the assault weapons and quarter kilos Live and let live To chisel off the residue of my ego Although it hurts to script these words I feel a slight sense of relief For not selling myself pipe dreams Of a future running the streets -Taylor Maxie a.k.a. Johnny Tremain