Insight
• Written by RapConcept
Insight making me spill.
Like I'm naked and ill.
Shaking like a baby in rill.
I went to Satan but Satan wouldn't take me, I'm crazy.
Still waiting for a day to be demonstrating my skill.
Meditation devastating my will.
Medication decimating my thrill.
What's left but to be celebrating the kill.
Speculation can still.
Several days in the mill.
Pencil shavings in the quill.
Special haze sit for days when I chill.
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RapConcept
Member since April 4 2015