I’ve been talking to myself at night
Holding up hope ill do whats right
Praying to god I wont lose my sight as i fight the blight with all of my might
They say im too up tight to be free
You know what I see? A skill tree evolving around me.
A two man team writing the main scene
You see? It's all the same thing
I'm contemplating something amazing.
That zing like a bullet off of me
Cant get this op up and off of me
I'd get a lobotomy if that'd stop you from talking to me
I paint a scene of pain and fear
It's all about mockery, an odyssey, as it oughta be
The rhymes of moon light shine onto me
Oh dear my fate is near as i steer my car of the road my eyes tear
I tear off the wrapping as we’re rapping these lines so inconceivably fine
Each beat is on time when i try to see the seem in front of me
Its all complete when i compete with deceit that'll become of me
As a man with a pen i write to no end as I send each rhyme down the line each time I try to bend reality to see what i mean when i say i want be on my own team zoned clean ghost in the code like a known dream no fiend but twitchin,- a whole scene twisted in the head got a vision that’s obscene no sleep dont speak when the crow scream soul deep in pit full of old screams i don’t bleed i combust in a cold gleam trust? That was crushed in a codeine daydream
I write pain in my pad let the ink bleed regret every line’s a reminder of the nights I forget. got a smile for the world but im dying inside screamin loud in my head while im quiet outside and i try to survive but i still cant find why i hide and i hate my life with silence and pride and honestly im thinking of life differently im tired of life and im fighting every day with fire in my eyes and tired of all of the lies and im higher then the skies while im dying in side and ive lost everything thats been givin’ to me So im flippin the script slipping in sin with a grin sippin gin i spit with a pen in my skin rippin the ribbon of rhythm again diggin a pit ive been livin within sick of the cycle i spiral and spin bible in hand but im rivalin’ sin mine like a riot its silent then boom thoughts in my head like a thousand baboons ( deep inhale) cartoons in my brain draw pain with precision laugh while i snap in a manic collision trapped in a cage made of habits and visions still spitting truth like its sacrilegious now im sittin’ in a room where the walls breathe back voices in the paint, and they all scream crack!( inhale) Heartbeat’s offbeat tick tock snap feel the drip from the ceiling like a god bleeds black im a shell of myself in a hell i designed every thought in my head is felony crime smillin in pics with a devilish mind got a noose in my closet i treat like its mine So don’t sit there and pity me literally livin is misery visibly twisted im sick of this imagery slippin in sin like its slippery symmetry demons been whisperin hissin in symphony psych ward silence minds on violence
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