Creative expressions, examine artistic talents.
Plan it out, count ounces, keep countering the balance.

Distant planets i feel more at place with,
disgraced by the disgusting face human-race-lift.
I'm currently placed here, a pessimistic cynic thinkin
sink or swim, who cares? i'm already ****** dippin in it.

Deep thoughts dropping, with brainstorm droughts often,
countermanding clever cogitation conjured in common;

I'm om nom nom-ing, busting every ****** ******,
endowed well where it counts never gave a ***** a problem.

Now drop that on an album, lay down a simple beat.
Sample the same **** over and over on repeat.
Call it a hype track, make some mixes, overlap.
Over a short duration you can claim to be savior of rap.
It's just that easy. Innovative minds depleting,
stillborn America with its heart still beating.

Patiently waiting..
I'm about to go crazy..
Basically, I better blow up or this hate is gonna take me.

You know I have issues with trust,
You continue to remain suspicious.
Situations arise, I can sense lies
I think your feelings are fictitious.
Love is blind, daring, and cruel.
I've went through it all before.
If there's something I've learned from it
Its when I should walk out the door.
Alarms go off in my head, you see,
I know signs that hide the truth.
For now you have benefit of doubt
Unless convinced otherwise by proof.

I'm so tired, but I can't get no sleep.
My deep thought ***** incrementally steep.
I keep getting visions like I have a disease.
My life expects so much, I just don't have what she needs.
I'm caught up in a moment where I'm lost in my mind.
Kinda ***** a bit because I'm alone all the time.
I'm always stressed about it, there's no others of my kind.
Rhyming feelings, I find is healing, at the present I am fine.

With heavy sighs, I release my breath.
How many more do I have left?
Exhale my life, seize up my chest;
Anxiously withering the way I know best.
I might love life, but it doesn't love back.
Im jealous of others that have theirs on track.
Attacking my ego, self-worth and respect,
If I keep hitting rock bottom, I'll eventually crack.

Clearly I'm self-aware, copacetic with myself.
Can't help lying, slyly sneaking words in with stealth.
But if I told the truth, I'd find it hard to just continue
living each day revolving around the same issue.
There's a time and place, I'll just let it fall into that.
Slowly bleeding out though, health is ruining my stats.
I wake up every morning like I'm somehow surprised.
The hardest part of doing that's to open my eyes.

I let go of everything that gets too close to me.
It's not really hard when all they want to do is leave.
I can't keep a straight face while my heart beats,
like it's just a joke, or some sick kind of make believe.
I guess my life just likes it to match my humor;
dark, sinister, perverted. That last one's just a rumor.
I ruin lives like addictions to a bad drug,
disconnected mothers that never gave their children a hug,
accidental situations replacing limbs with awful stubs.
The only difference is that I just make it easier to love.
I provide the tools to lose yourself within the moment.
When its gone, I only have one rope, i guess i can loan it.
I need it back though, never know when it could be useful.
Youthful euphemisms hanging from the ceiling, plain beautiful.

Will I ever see the brighter days before my last comes?
Raising my standards after each and every "last one."
My life is like Detroit roads with all its holes and bumps,
dumpster diving bums searching every scrap and crumb.
I can't interpret karma, reasons why it put me here
living life as less of a person than my surrounding peers.
Clouded judgement, but my intuition's much more clear.
I can't find the road, with abundance of potential to steer.

Insomnia day dreams deliver the message
Messing with emotions gets hearts arrested
Blessings disguising as anthropomorphic
Telling me lies, scary times like horror flick
Side notes enabled, let me see you comment
On complimenting verses like toilets to *****
I'm dying to see what it is you can say
Sorry for sincerity is lacking today
Try to be convincing in your words of dismay
Disapproval is common, for me anyway

Let your heart pound as you slip down deep
Not quite a coma, something other than sleep
Rest your heavy eyes as you come undone
You'll need the strength for when the time comes
Unravel your mind, let the brightness glow
Then open your eyes to watch it explode
Just open your eyes is what it comes down to
Open your eyes, insomnia impromptu

It seems places I call home are in all different spaces
The placement is unjust, miserable in all cases
Dates I can't remember, they go by so fast
The last place I came from I lost with a crash
It all gets confusing when motives aren't clear
Far-heart intentions, my mind commandeers
Actions are pointless if my love wanders long
Gone forever searching to fit where I belong
There's nowhere for me, especially where I am
Everyday I give more *****, but less of a ****.
I hate being a product of a ****** up culture
My ***** of a life sends me back as I approach her
I hate those surrounding, surrounded by those that hate
Their ****** up decisions and distorted mind states
Opinions, I guess, from heads in the sand
When I'm in the clouds, I'm outstretching my hand
I swear if I leave, I won't ever come back
Homesick feelings are something I lack
Rather constant impulses of allowing my mind to roam
Missing love of my heart where in my heart is home