The last thing I wanted, is the first thing I've needed
to be seated with these demons, that I've pleaded with
to let me be a kid, or just believe again in what a seek within
u see I'm singled out, I think I need friend
other than, the other mother fucker in my head
who suffers just as much, as all the others that embed
I hover over slumber, as my bodies still in bed
to a rubberized eraser,piece of paper and some lead
In my pad wit my pen, let madness begin
I spit the saddest of shit, with a masochist grin
on some baffle'n shit, my rough draft ends in amen
unscramble this chicken scratch, passage again
I'm back to inspecting past lasting impressions
I'm passed asking questions, at last snagging confessions
I need a fast acting anti-depressant
in fact pass me a weapon, Cuz thats the fastest way to suppress it
bro this is mad tight
EthicFlows 5 months ago