Conversations with Myself

(Intro)
So much pain physical and mental 
This is what makes the instrumentals 
Something where I can vent to 
How many feeling something? 

(Verse 1)
You can fill my spots
Can't fill my place 
Mint out the pack 
See cards on face 
outta way for thots
Never look back 
Shit a one way chase 
Dont want her back off shots 
Even back shots back off 
Got no pace 
Or the patience for greatness 
Fuck outta here with a bracelet 
You want it then brace it 
Got no time to smack it 
Put myself in a bracket 
Away from the basic you tasteless 
Im bored of those baskets
I pass it let someone else take it 
Not askin be mistaken 
Acting like greese 
But you talk bacon 
backing some pigs 
Then pray a Sabath 
You the root of faking 
Squares need a rude awaken
Stairs of heaven I keep breaking 
Stares they keep making 
Product of past my presence shaking 
Every rap I might collapse 
essence of earthquakes 
Lessons on traps pinching 
All of my worth takes 
A lot of nerve in verses
Where i swerve a hearse 
In cursive signing off 
For the worthless im 
Something determined 
Since a mess of being burdened 
Learned a lot without a herd 
Shits so absurd its like im pressing 
Every word on a shirt sweating 
Cold but feeling hot hurt 
From what im told 
Act like I forgot
Burns like coal until im old 
And this life rot 

(Verse 2) 
Say you only in love 
With the way that I talk 
Not the meaning behind 
So go ahead walk i remind 
All the times I was blind 
To the chalk out line 
When it rains we stalk 
All the pain inside 
Not washed we bulk 
On a grind for the green 
No rage no hulk 

(Final verse) 
Took a page outta comics 
Magazine's say Rest in Peace 
I see rage inside of comments 
Days where I dont get no sleep 
Im being honest lotta nights a week 
Im feeling drained too much to speak 
So when you talking on my issues 
Its dangerous time to rearrange this 
Anger in mind I put in weights 
Off an eighth with the Playlist 
 great not knowing what my name is 
Stop talking shoot your shot 
Stop saying where you're aim is 
Mines not about to stop 
Even catch mimes saying it 
Got out the basement 
So the rhymes im replaying it 
No option for complacent 
Stealing bases they replacing it 
Kinda like the pitcher 
When im hitting what im facing 
Thinking with my head 
A little quicker not a race 
But if I don't think at all 
Then ill be dead inside this place

Focus on the pain and inspiration from late 90s to 2000s rap. deep voices, Flow switches and intro