Had My Fill

There's no place I can go, no step I can take.

My fate is sealed like I ate the cake and made a meal.

"Hey I say, my state is Phil"

Time to pay the bill with a rhyme as I slay my will. No potato peel.

I'm dying so just say, I paid with my time and let me stay alittle.

I've got no place to go and no friends I can take.

Can I Cliché a fiddle?

Why do I write when I define what I say as dribble?

Brain scribble, divine sign but my pain is literal.

No name with a flow game like nobody knows he is insane with visuals

His sane done dizzle.

If he had a gun then his brain would done pistol.

Despite the rain I resist the flames and the chains as they rub and sizzle.

I'm a lung with a tongue.

Rewrite.

I'm a son, son of son with no son, so I go to the Son and there's no one.