Spit gross like an infestation
Champagne toast with the roach’s nation
Bled through gauze, what a nice sensation
As i do wait for the ink’s infection
Wrists bare
But my flows stay icy
Mask i wear
But my lips they still read
Houston, got a brand new rocket
I keep a couple bangers marinating in my pocket
To answer question if i do have friends
I’ll kindly point to all of my pens
And also nod to a few of my kin
And i know that this fact does offend
But i can’t lie
A lot of other people don’t know the plight
And as for all the lovers i can only sigh
But i know some people that are by my side
Midst the sacrifice
Quarantined, but i’m usеd to isolation
Spit my truth as the craft’s libation
Tie my shoes for my еxpedition
Boos and booze, neither which i am chasin’
Oh my, really want to bungle it all up
Well the jungle gave me shiny cup
Every day i look at chalice knowing imma sup
Ramming all the beats like i’m a tup
And i really gotta say
Thriving in the middle of the donnybrook and fray
And haven’t bought a pillow ’cause i never want to lay
My head upon complacency within the bale’s hay
Knowing that i gotta summon greatness every day
And i
Can’t help but eschew nostalgia
’cause when i chew it i feel the nausea
I still learn from retrospection
But not without a keen myalgia
The first to call you perfect is the first to crucify you
Know the person in your bed could turn a samson to a caillou
And the struggle doesn’t end, it just happens at higher levels
Better pick a craft you love, ’cause he won’t compensate your troubles
Sacrificed a meal for beauty and then i starved to death
Suffocated when i got a chance to catch my breath
Those are the things waking dreams do whisper
I harken to those voices and to azrael’s snicker
Each day i bleed so to pay the tollman
No charity when it comes to highway
Life’s a blade from which you can’t run
Contentment’s, inuring to the way it does flay
Given a sword with no handle
When i was delivered from safety of womb
Grabbing the craft and i’m gulping while most are just sipping
I think it is safe to assume
They’re full from cake and wine in dining room
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