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i feel the potential inside of me i'm tired of being nothing but a bum.
finally now i believe that i could be the one
i expect the respect of the best when i done.
i'm gonna get what i want. i won't accept nothing under
the hope that i hold highest. while i'm young.
gotta do it for the old timers. and i come
from the matter that made osirus. and the sun.
same one i was told i was to become
when my flesh turns into dirt and my time comes
and my best words have been heard and my mind
unwinds through every memory i've ever had at once.
and i move through my last second like it was a month.
and a minute like a year like an infinite rerun
from the minute it was finished to the minute it begun.
like i'm living it backwards in an infinite blackness
in the madness of my imagination.
hard days full of heart break and pain
that i can't take. feeling half way to insane.
in a dark place. with the class A's in my veins.
tryna part ways with the past that i can't change
bathed by a basehead based in the basement
saved by a saint, who stayed medicated
made by a man who never really made it.
heavily sedated could've been and wasted
a ticket to take the test for a little taste.
sitting inside a cell for a bit a H
withering away like a pigeon in cage looking at
the picture of the past that he pissed away.
and no one visiting on visiting day
there isn't a day that isn't the same. so he just sit up in the bunk.
like it living it backwards in an infinite blackness.
in the madness of his imagination.
say what i want when i want and when i'm on
i really feel i can't be fucked with. and when i'm gone
i don't care if you u don't care cause i don't fear
no man. i ain't going no where.
when i die. i ain't nothing but food for the worms.
i ain't lie. that ain't nothing but the truth and it's hurts
i'm a human. just another civilized monkey.
living my little life. getting my money.
A.D grew up on the baked beans
and the dirty bakeries, that's what made me.
old man gave me my first tape he
he played that J.B's. i played spacies.
whenever he had 20 cents to spare.
but if he ever had the money for the rent, that's rare.
step dad did his best to pretend to care.
but i was always in my lear. music in my ears
yeah. never had a skate board but I had a cardboard
over the garage floor when we used to dance all night.
in the park or in the car park raw
on the concrete floor. we fought like a sword fight.
but there wasn't ever beef, always all loving.
even when we caught feelings. it was all for nothing.
always had my finger on the re-cord button.
and i wouldn't be shit if this art form wasn't.
i remember when i didn't have a thing and i was sitting by self
and ain't nobody give a shit about me then.
and no one really gives a shit about me now but what's changed is
i don't give a shit about them.
i can live without sitting round bitter bout then.
i figured out what i want writ an album.
gotta put it out when, i'm ready ready when
u r. get a pen. let me vent let me invent
i don't give a shit about what u think i think
i just wanna make my music and that's it.
shit, got enough live with. as it is. and the business.
is a bitch. and the system
is a vicious vampire with syphilis
and my mrs misses me cause this is
all i listen to. addicted to ambition
so many bridges i burnt. bitches. i hurt.
relatives i never visit cause i work
all day like my nana isn't on her death bed. all night like a fucking a meth head.
i'm too busy trynna be respected by some people i don't even know that i don't even see my best friend
and he went and made me the best man at his wedding and i went n made beef bout a fucking text man
all i gotta do is swallow pride and apologize like i wasn't right but i can't even press send.
what a emo. everywhere that i go, he go. i gotta ego that always needs to get fed.
all he wanna do is rhyme he ain't got no time for the woman that he loves he just wanna get head.
what an asshole. full of shit. like a myan
does even think about his grand dad dying.
young gifted and broke like a hymen.
on the bottom on the world on a island
that no ones gives a fuck out about. still trying
but you said you didn't give a fuck. i was lying.
anybody else here scared of dying
anybody else here weird as i am?
you really wanna know what's in my mind, when i'm high?
see them burning gas balls in the sky in the night?
ever thought about what happens to when you die?
better yet. every thought what happens at the end of time?
when the stars collapse and blow holes in the sky.
that eat light years whole in a bite.
life gone like a bight idea in your mind.
like that, right back to the black no life.
no space . no time. no light.
no sign of no one. oh my
god. you know you. will die.
one day. but no one no why.