Seems as if all I ever wanted.
Was a step in the right direction
When I got it. All else followed.
Near perfection. the heavens...
Yet standing corrected.
I fall short of the lesson
Lie when I talk
About a sitting obsession.
Prone to over analyzing. My time and attention. ..
Lack of ****** drive.
And indulgence in self.
Is a perfect storm for myself.
Nothing for somebody else.
I try to act ****.
Fiscaud ....and eventual masks.
It's a void
Trying to fill the noise
With ****** acts.
Decibels in my medicine cabinet.
Sounds and levels are wack
While my reflection
Like a fortune teller
Never looks back.
Its me trying normality
Through *** drugs and incredible raps.
All the rest of normal decency
I lack. That society has.
Yeah I want in his pants
He's the god father of rap.
But you confuse me so madly
I'm not sure I even want that.
He'd be a good father
Wheres he spiritualy at.
Couldn't tell. But he still wears
Sweats every day.
No matter how much material
Wealth that he has.
I always listen
To the watchmen.
It's a miracle chance.
That I even get a *** change
Before these next 7 years pass.