when i flow i stay coasting off this ocean of spiritual emotion
don't stop to pause think at all or even possibly sugarcoat it
overdosing on this lethal dosage of raw and tender emotion
listen, these feelings i'm emoting has me cold as if i were frozen
so i sit and sip this wicked potion which was posing as an antidote to soothe the ocean
hoping it would smooth my wounded soul like coca butter lotion
but my focus was slowly rotting out my torso eating away at my undying devotion
so in my mind i sit and sulk confined
and try to find a way inside my center
but the potions focused holding closed the door and no one not even me can enter
so now a sinner simmers cynically digging deeper into my center
till he finds my soul
takes full control and becomes a lethal tormentor
but still i'm me occasionally spitting soft and tender
in the hopes that someone eventually will see me for me
and destroy the demon hiding deep in my mental.

yo please give me some feedback and i don't know what the fuck this is but its been bugging the shit outta me since i wrote to be honest i don't even know what the fuck to do with it~holla back~

nice flow. pretty deep rhyme you got there.

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