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Grinding until I turn into powder

I reflect upon the higher power

Hands close to the holster

People say life is a rollercoaster

Then why does mine feel like traffic

Constantly avoiding car crashes

That just might need to happen

I'm afraid of the casket

Tears sweetly wash my eyelashes

When I lash out my anger passes

As my self-portrait

Becomes something morbid

Forbid

The hero that's tragic

To drop lit matches

Great grandma still doing scratches

Found a new path at a dead end

Ignore my growing frustrations

I promise keep watching

Because I'm that confident

But I got liquors

In my system

That I shouldn't

Be disgesting

I'm off that

Mix the Henny with Cognac

To see how long I have

I hustle to my victory lap

I got their heads spinning

Forget who was winning

But I'm here to change lives

Haven't you realized

If you try to move me out my spot

You'll get socked

Boy I know you's a puppet

So don't come talking like you run it

Ten years after 2012

Still resident in hell

Presidents don't care

Oh well shoot bail

Fame look sweet

But it smells

And I don't wanna taste it

I see you lacking motivation

That they don't get pictures

But took it

Will I always be a rookie

Will I always be a rookie

Serving em like vegetarians

Oops I meant veterinarians

Showing these dogs

I ain't afraid to

Be the one to be

Euthanizing them

You just little boys

Treating guns like toys

So when y'all get caught

With the law

And object it

To me, God is the only judge

So I'll confess it

Prove my point

Without innocence

In a sense

As a child I've had a guilty conscious

I wanted to obtain the sense that wasn't common

Having a boring job wasn't an option

My optimum

Came down to being the first prime number

I muster the courage

That's why you'll never catch up

You gon face time when they send them feds up

Well here's the heads up

It'd be my pleasure

When y'all say y'all don't know no better

Cut it if they act ain't together

I've been down and out before

I've been counted out for

My fear of divorce

But

The lines I've written

Come from dead men

Possessing my pen

Is that ghostwriting

Y'all ain't grown men

Y'all attention seeking

Relevancy reaching

And I can see it

Claim you killing your demons

But killing your own people

Fans showing up to concerts

Love an artist for 6 seconds

Not knowing the lyrics

Is this another bad habit

Hold up let me question

What was the last thing I just said

You read my next lineup ahead

I'm not too excited about this year

I started this music right here

When pop's mother died

Big bro lost it all

But his equipment

He left it all

It's like his dreams died that day

I hope I can relieve that pain

So we can relive the old days

When we would just hang out and play

Video games

But it's up in flames

Will it ever be the same

Nah it will never be the same

That's a shame

There's no pen, no pad, no writing

Just my rawest emotion

The credits are what we need to be showing

I want to see what's behind these curtains

So in due time when the next act ends

I want my third eye unblinded

So when I execute it

I do it fluent