Pschological confusion, illusion or reality?
One conclusion short of a foregone formality
Seemingly a slave to my laid back mentality
Thoughts spinnin round on an axis like polarity
Frustrating me....... Suffocating any clarity
Constant inquisition of my mission and morality
Gallantry......... I apparently possess
But without endeavour I will never earn success
Fuck sess, man its just hindering my progress
Issues never dealt fucks my health plus I talk less
Temporary solution, useless when its warin off
Lungs like lead'n the resin means it hurts ta cough
Prepared to stop.... But Im mentally addicted
Once again my will powers potentially restricted
I've scripted masterpeices, my thesis on humanity
Rhymes skillfully encrypted, mistaken as insanity
Euphemisms, truth-is-in-em, but render me impalpable
Cant work me out so claim the equation is incalculable
Im malleable, versatile, but this is THE F'Nominon
More styles in my rhymes than are sides on-an-octagon
Essential to my aim, but will it attain fame for me?
Besotted or neurotic?? My optics strain to see....
that nigga TONY