No I didn't copy Lil Wayne\
**** that ***** I'll beat his *** with a cane\
You'd have to be insane to copy lines from a guy that gets his tips from Justin Bieber\
When I can easily burn threw his rhymes like a wild fever\
Yes you could say I'm his lyrical reaper\
Putting his lines to rest\
My voice cold like death\
With lyrics more addicting than ****\
Taking your breath along with your fame\
No we're not the same\
Transmuting what I want to what I need\
Yea just call me greed\
Killing fakes is my creed\
Original and authentic are my rhymes\
Hot and sweet are these lines\
When they flow through the air like a coke fueled storm making this chill beat change form into what you'll remember as the hottest thing born\
So **** the sun\
Like the moon I'ma light up this night taking all the fakes out of sight with every word i write\
Blessed and divine by the gods I might be when I'm writing as one of the best\
Singled out from the rest\
Yes I'm always wearing my vest never knowing when I could be given another test\
My name being screamed from the east to the west until I'm put under arrest for starting the movement that put aspiring lyricist out of the game and onto the streets\
While their fans wait to take their seats at my shows consumed by these hypnotic flows emanating from the words I sew into these lines\
The very root to the rhymes that's got you ignoring all the obvious signs\
Screaming it's your time to become number two making room for the new that is me
Everything you was could and wish to be\
So take a knee and pass the crown\
I'm taking control of the town\
Your name and style soon to drown\
Where it goes no one knows\
The pink mist never shows and quiet are the crows\
Reminders of the lives I took here's my attack\
Because if it's skill you think I lack\
Wait until I turn the key letting out the thing I've caged inside this shell I call my mind\
Then you will find that I've become insane unable to hold back all I've come to gain\
And like the rain I'll enclose all those below me in pain\
Unveiling the nightmare created within the hate that fuels the desire to control my fate\
And before it's to late\
Maybe take my hand and see what I want to aspire to become when some become none\
Nine lines unable to be undone ending this before it had begun\
And to call me number one would be a misnomer\
Their memories are over\
Giving me pride in the label I'm given\
These three words setting me free\
So remember when you look at my shrine\
I'm that which is called "One into Nine"\

Everyday I'm feeling a little more ****** up
It's like I can't breathe anymore cause my minds stuck
Pulling back this chamber is for luck
Putting it's barrel to this temple is ******
Bang I wake up
It wasn't enough to pull me back from the black
It's weight is getting to be to much on my back **** that
Inside I'm dying wishing instead for a better life before this one ends up dead
You can find me screaming get out of my head
Tired of all the whispers said
Cause I'm barely getting by with day to day medication as my salvation
Asking who the **** is this man in the mirror I'm facing
When I'm wasting away
Glass I'm tasting
As I try holding onto my sanity with dedication since what I'm facing is beyond imagination
It's all I can do to try taking it on in some moderation
Fighting suffocation
Deep down I'm mentally fading away into some basement, like I'm looking at life thru some air vent
Wondering what the **** it meant
Where was it I've been sent
Last I remember I tried to commit suicide but when I put the blade to my wrist the knife only bent
Now I can see padded walls when ever I blink
As I'm staring at this cement
Hoping things will make sense any minute and then before I knew it the padded walls stayed
And I'm sitting in a straight jacket
Pictures on the wall of a black and grey casket
Looking past it I can see what happened
I'm sorry for all the sadness
I never meant you to see me wrapped in this plastic I just couldn't handle anymore of the madness
So if you will sympathetically forgive me regrettably this is how it had to be
Selfishly for me so suddenly I didn't want you to see
I know it doesn't make sense so please don't plead for answers when there's no need
All you gotta do is take the time to read this little note I wrote
Hidden in the attic I hope you can find it
It's in a blood soaked envelope holding everything I wrote about why I felt I had to die
Stories about every time I tied the tie tight around my throat
The noose that broke
To the kitchen floor where blood flowed
The wrist that choked
While explaining feelings deep inside that fogged my mind
And the questions that plagued my every why I couldn't find
Misery loves lies
Let me show you it's life threw my eyes one rhyme at a time
So don't step off the paper line as you watch the pens cries dance across each words spine
I hope you survive the diary of an addict who's finally had it
Sincerely yours truly this the psychopathic of the tragic

Here I go again typing this empty note/
Writing every piece as the poem spoke/
Like I'm part Mozart of this now broken pen art/
On an empty keyboard that's missing its paper even more/
So no need to feel the words anymore or write poetry like before/
Before the "Nevermore" that became torn/
The poetic savior of written behavior, poetry made to favor/
It's like the write is no longer a song shaded for the heart when it's gone/
The black coming from the going white, this written scar of papers bite/
Together each mark they leave is what a letter is to every word we read/
The only part in a one, two of a kind piece of art/
Always made beautiful from a white start that's lasting long after all passion has torn black apart/
Sensations of a creative creation without limitations/
Open wide the boundaries you hold for the forever more stories to be told/
Like a sunrise to the moons cries, so are these painted words to rhymes/
As each letter is placed to ask why in lie by the pens side/
It's clear ink dye is shaded red in the lie's why/
Until the pens been bled dry, the why is left in lie/
Told by the stars that light the night sky to the many gazing eyes/
Its whispers told softly of the color we hide behind the tomorrow's we paint goodbye/
For the never year we hear only here/
Ever this, in my Never Ink Paper Year/

It's been how long now since we last spoke/
Can you even remember the last promise you made to me/
If not let me leave you this with this note/
Cause I remember it all despite being outta my mind at the time by the drugs I introduced with open arms to hide the pain I'd been suffering from for longer than I can remember/
Until I found myself doing anything i could to feel alright/
Needle marks covering my arms/
Attempting suicide becoming too much work when all I want to do is block out the hurt/
That's gripping at this chest so bad I'm tearing off my shirt trying to catch my breath/
Unable to ever relax except on the days I just trap myself inside my head/
Where I'm comforted by my delusions of the painful reality left behind/
Psychologically empty/
Leaving the driver seat vacant a desperate solution to the complications I could no longer control on my own/
Spending most nights praying to whoever would listen/
Hoping they'd take away the misery plaguing me mentally/
Persistently leaving me with this depression so I'm anxiously left fighting/
To keep my head above the water afraid of drowning until I'm left in a panic/
Desperately reaching for dry land where I hopefully can get a handle on myself/
While I'm constantly struggling to maintain an unstable mind/
That sometimes makes it so I can't recognize the man i face in the mirror/
Disconnecting me and leaving me wondering if I'm even real/
You told me you would get me help and If I ever wanted us to speak again I had to get treatment/
So I went an completed the program/
All I want to know is why you weren't there to congratulate me on the day I graduated/
An months later I still don't hear from you what made you no longer care about me/
Thought you promised you'd always be there your the only reason I ever drop a tear/
Missing memories I worry we're missing as the years get fewer and fewer/
I love you hope you get to hear it sooner rather than later/
I'm proud to be able to call you Father I just hope this makes its way to you/
Love your son forever/

Looking up at this ceiling I'm left with this empty feeling
A hollow hole in my chest where your head last rest
These late nights spent thinking of you consumes every aspiration
Except the actions that end with me being with you, my only destination
A ruthless contraption without satisfaction
Does this misery mean nothing to you
What about this pain you put me through
Holding onto every memory you so kindly leave with me
Until I'm sick and on one knee begging you please
Would you just look at me and tell me what it is you see
Cause when I look at you all I see is everything I need