Repence

I've departed from my debauchery, my conscious finally got to me

Should've treated my success properly, but my hubris mucked this up horribly

Got too gutless to hearten, never got to nursing, like fathers, it was a comedy

only starting a ruckus thuggin, when I should've started huggin

before they parted, thought that I was wound up tight

when really others got it in abundance the wounded plights, helpless and stationary,

while I just pasted any, word to make it a verse, then dedicated

the burst, a verbal burse to self this whole day and every, minute

was given, to living, selfish with stationary, shit's sick'nin'

Karma took my ass like a habit and kicked it, a narssictic prick

who thinks that he's got a sick spit, an addict that needs 4 syringes

to feed his ego, when they ain't even flying yet, can't rhyme oranges

so he's loud and crying about the sourness, while crowds are dying around us they're powerless

No more cowardice, the markings I'mma bring

be synonymous with martin Luther king,

gonna switch my garbs of a king to live with the farmers and sing