Imposter Syndrome

I'm so tired.. Jesus..

fuck it I'm going to lunchtime an hour...let's go...

The head fractures of rappers that are better then me that's to believe your honor

I'm too blinded from procrastination to be better at rhyming and timing

The spotlight is blinding and writing a rap is tiring finding a place in life

there's no way to thrive in so apologize for heading to my own demise

it's just a price to sacrifice and there's no prize in the afterlife, fuck it

Autism next victim was the birth of human rights when lighting strikes oh what joy

it was me was born such a normal mortal happy to live in this world served

the worst disorder to torture the doctor, father who blamed himself the monster

the devastation and frustration of making their child normal again and then

Here fucking I am right back in the program from our commercial well fuck me dead

It's nice to meet you I'm arrogant which is evident but irrelevant now!

do you hear the angels of my brain just making me insane leaving labels staple

fatal I know but that's life man I'm not stable it's painful to strive than stand oh

dear it appears that the engineer's want me back again goodbye my friend farewell!