Times that I wonder (Void in my life remake)

*With the choruses, you have to pause a second, and make the snare hit on "back"

Youtube link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJBYpKqJ1FY

When I look back at my past, I remember- I remember something didn't last,
I've tried to discover, what the feeling was, but it's to hard to ask,
And the future holds a secret, that has sealed way to fast.
If only I could erase, everything that went under,
Then there would be no reason, for the times that I wonder.

I've felt the pain, I've been to da devil's house,
I know what it's like, to be the hunter and the mouse.
My friends have fell, and I fell along side em',
So I help them up, it's up to them if I should hide em'.
I'm the protector, of the weak and the strong,
When I come around, we should all get along.
I rarely fight, in this democratic community,
I'm wonderin, if or not I have diplomatic immunity.
My friends say, that I built a foundation,
That I've built trust, conceded in this station.
All of my power, goes, grows with time,
None is wasted, it shows, flows the rhyme.
The thing is I see me now, and see who I used to be,
And I can't recognize, my own prior remedy.
My life moves so fast, I trouble over memory,
And occasionally, I'll ask, "do you remember me"?
My hunters, my pack, they follow me around,
And listen to every beat, listen to every sound.
I can do fine on my own, but I'm wont hesitate,
For I aid anyone that feels dead, I can resperate.
Hate me if you want, I can't force you to smile,
I'm just me livin, maintainin a life-style.
My life is like a job site, heavy under construction,
I live to live, and write for production. (Production!)

When I look back at my past, I remember- I remember something didn't last,
I've tried to discover, what the feeling was, but it's to hard to ask,
And the future holds a secret, that has sealed way to fast.
If only I could erase, everything that went under,
Then there would be no reason, for the times that I wonder.

Feel the mist in the air, I search for a definition,
But never find nothin there, it circles in repetition.
Restriction from the freedom, feels like a suspension,
From any and all, I have the feeling of my detention.
The hurtee mostly, rarely any time to gloat,
They say whatever floats your boat, for me it's what I wrote.
Responsibility caught up wit me, and now I face what I started.
Actions can return to you, and sometimes, the pain'll be smarted.
That is an example, I'm not perfect, and I don't wanna be,
I'm just me, the average person people will always see.
Now that I recall, I remember some history,
On who I am, but its still one big mystery.
Keep trying, keep going, my story hasn't changed,
I move with the wind, never being re-arranged.
Push forward, give your best in this life contest,
Because you fly solo, and stop on the rest.
Usually some rappers talk trash, but get tangled up in a bash,
And they call their homies to situate, cover up the clash.
Well, I've got Organized Chaos, backin me up on my team,
We just the type to rap, rarely ever swing to release steam.
My attention withdrew, for just a single split secon',
And my career vanished, banished twice I reckon.
Sometimes my anger storms, and I turn to a loose cannon,
When that happens I regret the result, and I get a DJ bannin'.

When I look back at my past, I remember- I remember something didn't last,
I've tried to discover, what the feeling was, but it's to hard to ask,
And the future holds a secret, that has sealed way to fast.
If only I could erase, everything that went under,
Then there would be no reason, for the times that I wonder.

(End at 3:14)