Abstraction Lyrics

This abstraction

Got me feeling factions

Within the tree facets

Lacking any coaction

I'm getting lapped and put in traction

I should set off a chain reaction

Leave like a ghost and make them miss taction

Why should I care?

I can't miss less of what I don't already have

It's like I met cannibals, they already ate my whole calf

Man, can't you guys share?

I'm hungry, why do you gotta sit and stare?

I got these intrusive thoughts

About my shortest straws

God has yet to pull any but

I can almost see all the flaming yards

Take a card, any card

Laugh hard, you can fake a guard

I'll rip it off like a piece of art from the hall's wall

It'll all fall when I call off all of my tall dolls

Leave home and take all of my stuff

Did you think I never would ever had enough

Rent out a house with my boys 'cause

Any more time here would been like complacently staying cuffed

And face it, it's all really boring as fuck

I stay in my room, go to work, and fuck around with the cuts

You come home and complain about "man these dishes old as fuck"

I woulda done 'em if you insisted and opened up

But you just keep on giving me reasons to stay angry and tough

Stubborn and vouch for nothin' cause you got no reason to cuss

Soon enough I'll be stressed and tested with those fuckin' drugs

I'll be hooked, and there'll never be another reason to trust

Good, then the feeling will be mutual

If I have to do it for you to review it then don't act confused when I'm a future user, fool

This abstraction

Got me feelin' factions

Within the tree facets

Lacking any coaction

I'm unique

I been through it and cooked truancy out my of genes

After graduation you couldn't catch me losing sleep

I forced myself to stay up late and I forgot how to eat

I was so obsessed with learning my craft

Home-employing my staff

Using cash and begging friends to rip at my drafts

Begging the best to rip up my raps

I wrote for so long, my blood became ink

I dip my pen in wounds and they still lookin' pink

I write so much, you woulda missed a song if you blinked

I stick to it, I'd rather be dead than in the drink

Drowning under the sorrows and fears of tomorrow

Think of my future in the gallows whenever I fail

Yet I'm here, rapping on the fourth and never barring my mind lest I end up in hell