The message from the harp embarks a sharp quest in the chest, the heart, I part to start tests soon to bless, this desolate, desperate deficit, make it exquisite, cleaning up the mess is requisite, make the best of it, long time gone but the song hits me real strong, put me on wrong, watch me yawn, at dawn the fawn like swans is calm, still knowing it faces danger, the fight-or-flight sight ain't strange, arranged anger, or fear, the tears may steer to my stress, time acts timeless when blind to ******, rewind back the raps to tap and see swirls, when I start to twirl, I hurled no free world, I'd see girls with curls and boys poise confused, a never straight response from cons that's abused, amused just to use and fuse to one heart, but knowing I would lose, I'd choose the blues harp.

This open-close game jokes with poses closest to your focus, stop-go, know no one broke this, hopeless though I stroked with flow, the way we grow provokes us with the sight today, that's why we think we got the right-of-way, the brightest day if I may- gave our darkest gems, I'm penning memories, that would send seven enemies, only meant for me to backtrack, trapped in a flashback, foreshadow the more travel to trackback, the fact that still I lack cracks codes to hack roads, to the soul drove round the globe to the grove, in this cul-de-sac, where I reached the dead end, attention met sin, ceased blessings, brought tension to a tense intersection, an offence bleeps sense, splinters hit connections, spit sessions to assess and attest guests, story of a lifetime, who's the host, guess?, nothing more, nothing less, just something best, that will explain and defame this stressed quest, go east, go west, open, close souls, no reply in the eye, what a shy troll, why stroll in the street with the right-of-way, just to go but reverse then die today, my high would say it's a game where you hit this, but if you miss, take a **** and resist risks.

A cookie crumbles. And lemons are juiced. Why the **** should I be sweating when I'm not challenged against my grain? 9-5 ain't enough. I want my body to be honest and bring fatigue when my bones start to turn into powder and my body starts to crave water, evaporate it, vaporize it, anything that repeats the cycle to let me know my evolution is turning me into a superhuman. I can't save you anymore. You're lazy, love should only call when the other party wants to take one for the team. So I won't return your calls until you come crawling back and beg me for the job cause now you need it more than ever. You're poor. And now it's a depression and all of us are dying to be rich. Is it too much to ask for? I want loyalty more than ever. Don't call in or put in a two week notice, cause then I'll come and evict you, confiscate all you got, and leave you worse than before. I'm uncle Sam in these situations. Don't try to test me, ***** better have my money!

You're free to proceed, know it's a life that you lead, yes indeed, look at greed, it's a thief that we feed, but how the heck can we accuse or choose from news that amuses our snoozes, clueless, labeled foolish, getting ******* by the dude some disputed for, 2 of 4 knew if they do this, they do it for, offences, whether for or against it, I visioned war, laughing, baffling, action is passion, what do I mean?, if self esteem is high in my violence, you know my team, remorse in portions rounded disorientated nods, conceived with needs, believing no one is a hated squad, jog over logs in fog, get bogged, boggled, lodged with blogs, no dodging the hogs that dog goggles, made it by the way I was praying, but they were dated, I turned right back, delaying but saying that I was playing, this is something I was caught missing in yearly deeds, if you heed your missions then clearly know what you lead.

When pain comes controlling our minds, we can't concentrate our mental state, withholding us of our prime.

A man with no form of discipline which elevates his sense of self-awareness has no business in being successful/= himself.

The same song, came wrong, just as we fame copies, you would claim you composed, but can you hoes stop me, or drop me to top me with just a cipher, who plans to stand this man that stood right for, types of, rhythms that wits em with musical fares, but as no one assists him, we listen for our refusal to impair, so where?, we mob and rob strolls, insanity is ****** to be calamity in souls, numb claps of bums can't match the drums so some attach hums but it snapped no sums, I strum, a weeping achievement and sleep with guitars that's scarred, bereaving, believing I'd reach stars, but it's ******* this boulevard, in fact all streets, plagiarizing "can you spare dimes?" to try to shine on wall street, all speak and cause heat, so I'd rather just hit pause and not repeat.

Stabbing it, appearing passionate, establishing havoc, they're fabricate, I'm just laughing, it's elaborate tactics that have the cracks in it, flashing pics, they're thrashing their master, and only plaster it, ain't no use in masking it, now some turn to asking if, BLASTS, be the last task fore they choose to quit, jab what you can't tab adds a reduced grip, vast with the new quips, sparse to attainment, fast when they move lips, hearts in containment

I see speech not free, talk that walks as chalk on boards, stalk the faults of these vaults that halts the more greetings breath free, empty, tempting to be, lengthy, time ticks and bets me, that it will only set me, messy but zesty, you pet me for varying but just carrying off of your controls, gold seems to be in your hold, and folds solemnly, the ****** to your ideology, I'd love to say sorry but parties stay so you borrow me, darkness follows me, probably it's the poverty partly, and provably, I adore this, so by just that, it's enormous, the swarms of torment, is an ornament that decorates, pecks and paced you and me, masquerade, both of us poking us, we were bad today, had to say, I was just playing in, stalling and crawling, but you would ball in Mercedes-Benz, your behalf laughs at my half and I accept it, peaking my pain in my brain, I'M SELF-ARRESTED.

Got flak for being a clout chaser, I used reverse psychology and praised them for being haters to approve my agenda. It's what the world revolves around these days besides glitters I used to criticize current day rappers for glorifying; I recently bedazzled my footsteps to follow, made em all blind, materializing this path as if it's the way to heaven. It's hell to get here but as long as you believe in yourself, and don't let nothing cross right under your nose, sniff out the bloodthirsty fish within this ocean, the current does make a way for others soon to follow, never have no worries. Quite a smart *** I may be, or maybe I lost my mind, no regrets at this point, it evens out; you should get your sensitivity back once the high comes down, but do it over, and over, and over again.

My dark twist, my stark marks is heartless, bare to the soul, can't control regardless, this hardship, can't seem to resist, now grip this, I can clip both your fists that missed to flip this, 5 tips I have, never, never, never, never, never cross the path of fast grabs, cause then you blast to last, it's so promiscuous, I must insist to us that it's vast, rambunctious, punching this punctual man that made plans, for this luncheon, no munching off hands that's so bland, must expand, never hit the fan that damns fate, correlations with its rotation, notations of polarization that I state, and though I hate to space, I placed differences in instances, the distance is great, so I can't evade cases when our laces get loose, the diversity curses me and the races it groups, though I love it to a certain extent, I do resent, when we adjourn bent by hints without our scent, sitting in the park, embark on dark twists, marks I made stark that start as heartless.

My security blanket of calling 911 got destroyed in the burning bed in which I lay my dreams down of serving and protecting people ungrateful and simply don't deserve my services. They only call me when **** ***** them up and it's them that wish to be saved. Such silly hoes. They don't want to be saved. Can't turn hoes into housewives but I learned wherever there's feelings a *** does exist, even in me cause now I'm on some *** **** with this passive aggressive ****, and until you wish to come back to this burning bed with me and see what started it to fully reconcile, it won't rain 40 days and 40 nights to fully wash out that demon and turn this bed into a waterbed. GOD isn't the typical firefighter, he won't save us from our **** ups if we don't want to be saved, we'll lead our newborns into a burning house as long as there is no happy home. GOD was knocking on our door which is our heart but represents the mind caught in sin, mind over matter, grow up and confess your sins, his ladder stretches to infinity, anything is possible, his vehicle is equipped with anything, he can save us anytime, but you gotta answer his call so he can lead you out this hell hole. And maybe I'll consider rejoining the crew, not as a captain save a **', but it's my purpose to help the people, it was a part of me that burned on that bed but with a little CPR, I could revive it to be stronger than it was before, cause now it's thankful that it lives again.

Connection: Relate to me to see yourself in me. I wore your shoes. You ran my mile. They were tight on me. It was strenuous on you. Thereafter, in pain and burnt out, it only brought us closer.

My mental illness is my personality. I've researched it. I've studied it. I am it.