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No more space on my letterman

Constitutional brevity

Hate the shape that my head is in

Kama sutra be death of me

Watch my face turn to gelatin

Tell my friends i'mma get the green

No more space in my head for this shit

Definitely dead inside

A genocide took place upon my mirror

No miracles bless my brain

A neurotypical antithesis

A martyr born to a daughter's daughter of Indians

Survivor's in my blood

But disgusted with my own penmanship

Born to pity, I would never self-respect

Now I walk with a purpose calm and collect

In my head is a séance crocheted of sayings from mama

My past of bad first impressions

Stuck repeating a lesson

Asking "is he needing time for him redefining his principles"

Or "will he be fine with this heat nine to his temporal?"

A silly question

Niggas get an amphetamine or see metal confetti before they legal to get a dream

Get acquainted w death

They'll even meet him 'fore seventeen

(Never knowing there's better things)

A fact that I dreaded

Shit, the 'burbs is hoods too

Don't be deterred by the architecture

Shooting in the air to keep my rent within payable measures

Deliver me from cycles with more pull than me

Deliver me from drafting my own eulogies

I call myself a better man

Still suffer from disunity

Deliver from confusion on what's true to me

Heartaches and betrayals are nothing new to me

No more space on my letterman, convolution of memory

Hate the shape that my head is in

My own choices be death of me

Watch my face turn to jealousy

All these messages left unseen

I'm from a city hurting worse than it'll let on

It's life on your first offense and then watch a murderer get off

A painful sentence to tell your daughter be headstrong

If she not then she'll be picked apart

Fresh meat for the buzzards

A foul stench of Crown Vics and hidden whiffs

Of mustard gas and lies smothered

How many blinds shuttered? I'm hard-hearted

Can't even enjoy myself and what I thought I earned

A lost concern for people around me who doubted all my words

Looking down upon a place that I ain't rise'd above

Hide the gloves hop the fence, stay juiced

Life of running crumbled down to dust

Just for some pence and a tooth

Crazy how some things would change for the better

And then you wonder if abandoning your post

At the coast was put in your ledger

Am I the Black Judas?

Or am I just conditioned like Samson

Dreading everything

And locked inside a prison I made

I hand-picked the bars that make up this cage

Solid body and a fragile mind

A pantomime of thugging

Conundrum of living ghetto

Dangerous taste for metal

All my haters give they everything, my lovers don't expect much

Pot calling the kettle black, I'm backed into head-rush

I said, no more space on my letterman

Gave myself to a lottery

Hate the shape that my head is in

Get the meds that my momma need

Watch my face turn to gelatin

Tell my friends I don't got the green

No more space in my head

Probably better off dead

Probably better off (dead)

No more space in my head

And its probably better unsaid, but I scream to sky up above

And I watch the sun as it sets

And I feel the rain as it hits and I get reminded again

I get reminded again

I gotta run 'till the end