Conscience tell me to go ahead with it
My ego wanna be dead with it
My fed depiction
Mind strong - expectations - disillusioned and possessive
My ultra-confession
It’s all mine so what’s lost is offensive
What can’t be grabbed is the tension
I can’t relax with bad intentions
Karma stabs and afflicts
I still claim narcissists as my target audience
My shit talking is what I become
Highly rung to reach high rungs
I sigh a song sung
Rely on more than low funds to keep me low bruh
Thought it was that but my protocol acts on edge despite a fall
My privilege does not over stand my depression and angst
Confessions of thanks are loyal but regressed in a tank
Inside a vault inside a cave; murdered my well-being
And peace becomes a shelled celling left to attest to compelled revealing
I am a shrunken raisin drunk and braising in sunken containment
The fucking pain is self-inflicting; I’ve yet to restrain it
Ego entertainment ergo enlightened arrangements
Must attach to my conscious ideal in need of patience
Tasteless motives brace foreclosure on my emotional coaster
Hanging pride on posters
Hating life I’m a poser
Debating slice for the over
Every time it gets closer
Bear in mind I compare my barest mind over and over composed
Just to get over
Just to cee a better life
Just to have peace right?
Just to be known
A revered human in a spec of the universe
Thinking every unique verse was gonna shift the earth
Just so I can be good to go in the eyes of my family
Hate a label like I hate a record label
Introvert don’t want no one to manage me
I want to be the emotionless man
Even though that mindset is damaging
I know my emotions and ego supersede every stoic imagining
Make me like Doctor No or Shere khan: smooth and calm
Take away this overrated charismatic enigma that keeps me moving wrong
I’ll save it for stage visits and microphone assist psalms
Isotope with new neutrons
Moron trying to get more on
More on that later while cats are award winning cornball players and I’m superior to all these haters because I said so on my record put my sword to the paper - like my word is only born when I say fuck my neighbor
It must have been a slight sleight of hand that got me to erupt in my behavior
Slice the cake up; I hate who I let myself become
Healthy slump
Crying on the bus ride home, I’m looking red to some
Wish it released from me like a symbiotic
Virus that I spoke as prophet; you want the truth and I got it
Burry burdens
I’ve turned into a disturbing vermin
I get so nervous demonstrating my confident bursts it’s so
Heart piercing and mind bending I tried sending cries for help out - no time to get me
I guess karma brought the army full of sharp accessories
I have cooked the recipe for disaster, brash pretentious especially
We’re all glad that it’s meant to be but my haunting self is getting to me
I want him out of my life to further good chemistry
Fuck…I am my only enemy