Inner mind

I'm done... Fucking done trying to fit what you want

I'm just gonna do me

 

Fight arousing deep in my mind intertwined with things that I find

As I write a line I'm confined to normal rap in these lines

say rappings impossible, kids get fame from just doing vines

aligned to survive being undermined with endless betrayal knives

 

back aches with lingering past stains, committed with no shame

Taken the blame for savages, who'd treat me fucking inhumane

slain pages fearlessly, possess a mark twain brain,

changed when I choose to restrain from time wasted on a complaint

 

leave the realm you've confined, dive into a line of what I devise

Rookie lives consist of lies, following down the path of demise

Keep talking about the hood, I'm taking selfies on the windshield look

Picking up the books while you paid nothing to pick up burgers to cook

 

I've just never been the tough guy, my life been taken lightly

unstable, ungrateful, unable to phrase the fuckery politely

To hateful souls so unfaithful, ha need to switch where they aiming

Nothing is outta reach if Im still see kids get rich off just gaming

 

wounded, isolated, funny you'd think that I'd hate it

think fulfillments overrated, then pay checks will come belated

Shit it escalated when you contemplated being manipulated

as you debated leaving beliefs, you and mediocrity aquatinted

 

Sure, prolly hate it, wish youd change it, yet you still sit back

Cause you lack the interact over the willpower you have

Than wake and shape the fuck up you fucks waiting for luck?

On the journey you get discouraged, keep working why give a fuck

 

been told the clock will tick on, but I think time stops when I write

belong to this abstract pad, running no time to look back

Lyrical attacks done more in history than charging with fists and bats

Combat with thoughts to collapse, but I avoid a second relapse

 

The more time to elapsed with rhymes on this pad I scratch

Hatch new hits becoming a mismatch giving you whiplash

Get smacked, quick smash,

split your bitch half if you threaten me with the past

Was an outcast, but alas reborn in the wrath of this bloodbath path

 

I do what I need to

Day after day

One day it'll pay off

One day

 

trapped to attack the tracks, to get a plaque in this rap

Work fast, so I slack for a week with no time elapsed

give up, cave in, that voice keep clawing in my mind

Then reminded the unkind results of not following the dream inclined

 

inner mind, mine is fried from smoke passing through

I'll make time for you promise, after I perform this passion on cue

When I make time for us, it comes crashing on through, onto you

never knew me and rap could be through, until I make it on through

 

Escape to Xbox for hours on end, pretend to be a gamer

Yet drop shooting and wall bouncing puts my dream in danger

Go ahead and fantasize bout being troops, meeting power rangers

I'll build skyscrapers so teenagers can relate, to feeling stranger

 

I'll never be sure I'm choosing to right, just instilled in this mind

Still behind the method of escaping the stranger waiting in line

I've been waiting all this time for someone to come and help me rise

Unaware waiting on hills of lies is a sure fire way to never shine

 

never outspoken, not the confidence to lead a convo

Self sorrow and pity is my continent, letting them lead as I follow

public I'm hollow and shy, afraid to confront or conduct any stunt

On the tract I run free amongst everyone I feel normallys above

 

These rhymes are my heroine, an American embarrassment

comparison to doing heroine, man this seems a settlement

get laughed still, ever since I was a kid too immature

assert and assure, play this political game of high school endorsed

 

I've cried and the floor, felt trapped in after lured

Now I work to procure these classes then coming to perform with

my passion, going with no intermission with this ambition

listen, gotta a problem, go fishing ain't my problem stop bitching

 

found something I don't screw up, this craft I write and conduct

Construct a new ego dump the old coward, time to reconstruct

enough of this front my whole life, trying so hard to be polite

Never fail to delight, but that guy died and made a new mike

 

Keep hiding behind the mask, become the face even you see

task's to fast from past screw ups and oppurtunity

Worrys nothing but burden, uncertain is a disturbance

Worthless letting it weigh you down, impossible to toss behind the curtains