Obsessed ft. witness.

College or selling packages, tell me what the avenue is

Ran from my reality for half of my autonomy

Had no control over the direction Eyes Wide Shut all week

Is making good decisions for myself, harming my family

Scared that I'm lacking by not giving back a piece

I'm asking for donations like I literally have nothing to eat

Nothing to preach but what has gave me the motivation to bleed

Out publicly I can't feel at ease, got anxieties that I should've addressed properly

Roll me another paper, I got some shit to release

I think I use this vapor to cover my soul from these thieves

I'm too pure, not blind to what's directly ahead of me

It's a gift but I'm cursed to have to see this shit preemptively