Fractals On My Fingers

Count scars like primes on my wrist

Skip every even, never miss

I grew up solving problems

Till the problems started solving me

Graph paper spread on the floor

Draw lines through every closed door

Turn pain into equations

Proof written in my heartbeat

I got fractals on my fingers

Patterns in my veins

Every angle that you trigger

Finds a new way out the cage

I don't break, I rearrange

Twist the chaos, change the frame

Yeah, my rage is long division

Cutting straight through all your games

You talk tough in simple terms

I talk tough in nested curves

Your world stuck in one-four time

Mine jagged like shattered nerves

I flip the count

One, two, three, then five (hey!)

Hit on the "and"

Watch it come alive

You can't follow where I go

But you feel it in your spine

Who decided straight lines win?

Who designed these rules I'm in?

Tilt the axis

Shift the grid

Every limit

I outwit

I got fractals on my fingers

Patterns in my veins

Every angle that you trigger

Finds a new way out the cage

I don't break, I rearrange

Twist the chaos, change the frame

Yeah, my rage is long division

Cutting straight through all your games