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Waking up from nightmares

Which way is reality?

I fight fares

Not swiping MTA void of salary

These white hairs

Destroyed my display in the gallery

Tonight there's a chance I remove it from viewing

Staring back at my reflection what the fuck are you doing

Recollection's often cruel

Drunk and talking like a fool

Now I'm nauseous and ruined

Another trip around the sun

More like I'll hit it until it's sticking to lungs, lounging

It's bout time to bring the cows in

Too many think a drunk cyph equates to being nice

This that chicken over rice

Mixed with vision so astounding

No innocence

Your impotence is why she always bites when I

Post a flick

Bro you know what it is

Dreams of living comfy

Wife and a couple of kids

But for now I'm hungry

Life's too disgruntled and bids don't

Reach a verdict

Searching for semi perfect

Am I really ready for the next level

When your comment

Sends me into a spiral?

Taking in all your content

Thinking about the ways I could murder you for real

No apology is needed

Kinda mad I don't appeal to your ear

In the rear is the shift that I'm home from

Twelve hours long

Man, the need for money so dumb

I'd rather rob a store and sell shit on the street

Right next to where there's Jordans

Off someone else's feet

Wait how much?

Sixty for the cool greys?

Copy

Not giving all these fools praise

You came to watch to watch me

Drop 50 like it's nothing

My family is leaving and moving south, disruption

I'll lose my house and something

Tell me that I'll come to need them

Until I'm living in a coliseum

When all kids see rah-c and say

I wanna be him

But no one knows the burden

I'm looking out the curtain

At my neighbor while she twerking

In her underwear

I shouldn't stare

careless and so unaware

I'm hurting

Close the blinds and remember she's a person

And not a piece of flesh I can do with as I please

How quickly I regress

When depression plant seeds

Someone tell me I'm the best

Cause I really can't breathe

Damn I need my ego to be fed bitch

But my head itch

Web MD call it stress

Let me bleed through this mess

Chemically in duress

Which means there's probably a solution

But I'm too afraid to swallow it and lose my will

These shoes I fill

Dont politic or bow to illusion

If the music don't work I could do prostitution

Since I'm already selling myself with delusion

Put me in a box

I'll hit for the cycle

My range strong

Watch me handle a rifle

It feels wrong to be distant and spiteful

But sometimes it's a little delightful

To be inside your own world

It's really so nice to be inside your own world

For a while