Here I sit, sick and tired of shit, tryna live
Tryna give a fuck, but nuthin comes, up cept the tears
Bashin my mind in, fist to face, resistin my faith
Insistin' the race is given to the swift, if at all it's hate
My all is fake to y'all who make it seem that all is great
Blah for me, harmony is bypassed like high gas, octane
I'm late like night class, my task abates the call of fate
Take the sum of y'all in my palm, grip tight despite the hate
Embalm the organs lodged deep within the former, spaces
Grace the turmoil of faith, it's the same mornin, mourn and complain
About, bouts between my mouth and its storms, brash and stout
My ass is out when I ask about, fascist patterns forlorn
Forewarned for what, luck adorns the horns of the devil, not angels
The plight never banks the angles, down to the right level, mangled
And twisted is it?..exquisite mystics lie deep within my spirit
Forensics can't even visit, why is it it's only I who fears it
Who hears it?, truth spoken that Q is broken, excuses roll in
I was abused as a lil bro, when this dude stole what God sowed in
Innocence, when is it ever relevant to be penitent, the hell with it
I can't tell for shit if I'm well or sick, shell shocked from the hellish sin
Relishin' these last days before my last ways get etched in Eulogy
Wonderin who will be at the wake, pursuant to the movement to ruin me
It's only a matter of time before I kill someone, spill some blood
Then someone will feel this young, for once I will be some one


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