cutthroat as my notes like liquid droplets hittin stones ive written different symphonies to slip in superstitious cloths im wearin make up on my eyes i do despise the black i see in life i take up the blade of linear speech and try to understand the things i speak its most likely demons in their screams and in my dreams im livin freedom by the sea but when i wake another bleak dark day for me to take in with my knowledge that ill bleed

through the dents of my cotext
ill speak a chestful game of chess
and on those restfull days in bed
i love it when my back bleeds red
im insane in the brain is what i said
when they took me to the feds
did a full recall tryna solve this head
every day a new med for my bred
eatin pills untill im dead it makes me sick
so when im restin from this ****
inside a coffin six feet under shiftin
give this sample of my life a listen for the mix
i slide broke pistons through the night
fixin to be hoop stoopin till my movements right
untill then i think id like to leave my shoes tied tight
to the ankles of a knight that hopes for light
to shine bright through the window for his flight
yea im soarin through the high's like a kite

left for dead
im stuck inside my head
tryna chase the bred
im fed up
with the way i live
cause i know
that what i give
people sittin undertoe
will always sift through
the ashes of a ghost
and that makes me sick
so when you
call upon the shift
just show what i did
for those that
stick in the mud
like a car in a rut
yall bleed the most
gotta broken line
think the brakes
are toast dont
take a ride when you
get released  
or youll be
back within their roaps
yea sat beside a criminal
thinkin im subliminal
im in the bowl their smokin
and its fishin for a co-page
another day lookin
like im goin way down
deep inside the cut
and ill never get the bust
money taken by a pair of cuffs
that a buncha *******
that they love ill never get caught
linell stay taught
while its taunt
inside the shot
when the cops
place me in that shop
ill be a body dropped off
on the lot

the snare can slide as long as it wants but when the hat hits my baton i think i leave a clap for the kick to long convict in song yes im goin crazy and i may be wrong but when the built beat slaps inside the still weak thought you call along then in the end well all just realize were gone inside the dark and building art to watch just fall apart so when it starts up and the bass leaves your heart stuffed then in faze i will depart from my large sum of cases all the bodies i have taken with me to these sorrowful places that are guarded by skeletal faces with celestial invasions will be the cards wrung

next time you see a cut on someones skin just know its ruff to hear youve sinned it aint enough to understand the fact that person is correct and i am coalesce to even stretch my hand out to take one who might check and see that i am close to death without a stand out picture of the mixture that their drinkin maybe poison could be dreamin for a better life but for now ill keep my bed alive and im thinkin the sedatives a knife but who am i to misguide strength cause im built for a tank but my brain isnt as strong as the mind-state that i degrade and ive let inside so many times someone who says theyll eat the steak and share it too but in the end whose snarin you? probably demons in the shrewd picture their completin with that mixture that your drinkin man im bleedin they cant get enough gotta watch me as i build a red pair of cuffs

what is it
to have meanin
to be conceived
as something
people publicly
believe in
is it within me
to be this
or am i just
another note
ridin through
the tides undertoe
theirs reasons
to think this way
ones cause ive died
the others what
sits by my throat
beneath the carpet
such a gun to hide
im riding
through this mode
thinkin despise me
or just go
but in the end
its all a cheer
people sent
to give me fear
or maybe lending an ear
but either way ill be
a deer in the headlights
of this steer
driving off the map
into the eyes
of evils sheer plight
dying for a near mic
to send out what i feel like