Hooked on a snag that won't let me go.
Line leadin back to the one holding on.
Slow drips leaked from the punctures intent.
N I'm still alive knowing where I'm goin.
With a tug to sink the point deep into the feel.
Reel me in n as real as time giving the feed.
Caught by the bait of survival as the meal.
Bitin I've bitten my piece of the ultimate prize.
Thrown back as the bloop blopped in my dirrection again.
Tired of swimmin with the rest of the fish backstrokin time.
The need has come for me ready to eat.
Addin Flava to the taste of claim.
Here's to ur return comin from deep.
Jus do me one favor first, say my name...