mac miller diablo beat

who am i constantly a question to arrive

fuck fame the riches ill claim

eye for an eye like slow death the pain will make you feel alive

in due time I'm told everything will be fine

swimming in the gutters praying hands combined

shits already hit the fan the size of change is a dime

the vision i attempt I'm condemned i be spiritual in a physical realm

sheep everywhere i creepy crawly away eight legs so fast out societies place

peacefully contempt a temper that erupts eternally similar of a volcano daily

confidence the top of my priorities but i hate myself not slowing down you see

to elude as a nomad a free mason prescription diagnosed untastefully

why my flesh show my progression id rather look good so you dk the tension

lurking unforgivably like an orphan who bleeds all things grow from seeds

in the hostile file not by choice like high school running the mile

my paradise running wild wheres waldo I'm psycho

so many thoughts i digest I'm upchucking

like a dog a mans best friend who's now dead and his name was lucky

any input helps especially criticism going out there way to speak their space

I'm drawing new maps your just here to trace

your a shitty tattoo I'm the real deal here to stay

public school education this agenda of a diploma propaganda

for some knowledge i don't desire fists I'm throwing fucks getting shouted

frantically

something money can't buy is style

arms flailing like a crash test dummy people want to imitate

a mirror image of my reflection for the general public to recollect

I'm no test subject psychedelically i dissect

every things conjoined spider web connects the dots

I'm caught up tangled and left for dead to rot

ill rinse and repeat and recycle I'm breaking a chain this 8 ball is my title