Reasons

Alone waiting at home fading.

Reasons for my dome awaking to Religion.

As I'm taken fixes from religious scriptures.

Fibbing bitches like written glitches.

I'm sitting wishing, fruition, then missing the twist like twisting the mission.

I have no more switching.

As I grab the door kicking.

You can have the whore, licking.

I'll rap the core ticking like map the shore, digging the chat I score.

Fixing the mat I adore.

Picking the facts I hoard like I don't care about facts.

You more. I hate you.

That's why suicide was on my plate to get away from you.