My Recession

you know what? I flipped a coin and I messed up

cracked by the fact I could have just let up

but I let it build up, made with makeup

covering the lies that were left inside

until it dies and I am left here in disguise it has been nice

but I've left defenseless in a game of Tetris

stacking all my problems till I'm finally left here sitting breathless

reckless frolicking inside my etiquette

inelegant loving my embellishment

yet I'm tripping over my own sentiments

I'm losing my perception I'm startin to freak out

I don't even understand what I'm talking about

I picked the lock,there was no need to knock

tick of the clock without getting caught

taught to be happy, so they won't feel badly

sadly its a part of my personality

but I'm taking control of this abnormality

I'm coming from all kinds of angles and before you even know

you'll be murdered, buried under the countless piles of winter snow

I am trying to come across as the tin man with no heart

this separation has completely torn my brain into more parts

this is my recession

stuck in my own aggression and depression

but this session won't be ignored

just sit back relax and listen to my confession

try to point out my wicked obsession

this one's for you freestyle, call it mobile

it's cheap with a wack look I'll call it no style

your freestyles are weak sit down with a pencil

the crisis you're in is becoming existential

I have to make a promise you have potential

watch your mouth and try to make it parental

here just take a look at my credentials

the only times I cursed was in that verse

when my life went reverse but was saved by a nurse

who blessed me with this curse in this verse ill immerse

trust me I rehearse my rhymes I will disperse

even after all the yelling ima do worse

because we know my rappings too diverse

but I can't tell the difference the problems in my head

lead I should embed so it will drop me dead

trust me I've seen the other side its haunting

after all this being alone is what I am wanting

but being happy's what I need to do ill look after you

hopefully, by the end I will have a different view

I try to write like poet I guess you can say I poe'd it

like a raven, but no doors hit, like a flows spit,

but that door was slammed with no end to it

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with fate

with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

from what I think, I know of hate

I'd say that for destruction ice,

Is also great And would suffice.

light is also blight

with all the darkness we still grow our sight

cause within light is darkness,

darkness is harmless

its Tui and La again, without them we are artless

avatar less with no icon Akon with no auto tune

I'd feel like Kim k with no teenagers to swoon

I'd be an over-invested paint faced baboon

who got famous off of ray jay's harpoon

i don't want a life, i just want to finish what I started

trust me I'd also be leaving broken hearted

i'd lose the people i loved even the ones i hated

every one would be mad everyone would be frustrated

that the friend they took for granted went and met with fate and

would be back to where he belong trust me he was rancid

even though he was pure of heart he done lost all his chances

because of such terrible stereotypical circumstances

that went and ended his life with no advances

but trust me his life was quite candid he does what he can

did you know he fought himself for all his life and love and glory

I would have had a better chance trying to go and find dory

im just going crazy, my visions going hazy

blasted by the constant stress thats put on me daily

but i cant help but be falling out of my conscious

a novice that cant understand all of this nonsense

im just whore that's falling with discord im feelin bored

till im stuck here blacked out, and feelin sore

but even after 100 lines im still gonna do more

day after day cause like i said im a whore