Some bullshit

And this is an attack on my inner vision

With precision I'm feeling this beat cooking in the kitchen

Still twitching because I don't know what to do with my life

Is making music the final destination or a passerby

 

Were six months all it took to lose sight of what's right

Maybe in a night I could figure it all back out again, but why

Starting to believe that I live for the chaos

Ordinary lives that make us hate you they make you hate us

 

Can't handle talking anymore, I need to rap my feelings

This shit's like therapy, rhythmically I'm healing

But I'm still fucking dying in the eyes of society

I'm too pensive and my mind's now projecting anxiety

 

Used to do drugs now I stopped

Can't help but feeling like my mind's a little blocked

A bit of positive energy to keep my eyes open

Unspoken hatred for myself because I chose to close them

 

So when I choose the clothes that fit my personality

Defining who I am becomes harder than acting out my dreams

I ran to sea to set sail but I had to be the last boat to

see the waves crash down on me before I wake up from this dream

 

I'm fast asleep it's like I'm trying to get up but my feet

Don't move in sync with my thoughts I'm on the brink

Of extinction, obtain relief with a vision involving me on a

mission I'm cannabusy with shit that's clouding up my thoughts

 

Where is god when you need him

I could use a slap in the face call it healing

Someone give it to me quick I'm rushing back to my mind

Living out the nightmares that I thought I left behind (2x)