The struggle is imperative.
Regard this as my mental laxative
Impacted by the lyrical attractiveness
Ain't no facts in this shit.
Lividly livin' through these writtens depictin' nothin'
No pictures or fine fixtures
Fixated on the absence as I concentrate on this mixture
Cup combined with liquids that make the current moment vivid
Prolly gon make me do som'n
I regret but inspire me to write a lyric
Puttin' off my worries, puttin' shit off for another time for me to fix 'em.
Like I'm fallin' in a crack in nonexistent gravity
People callin me to come back as I'm causin my own casualties
I banish me in my own corner caused by guilt and lack of sanity
Ravished and in need of health but I just feed into my vanities
Lavish me in my own pride and die from my ego's cyanide
Let my demons be your guide
You wouldn't know the difference if you tried
Devising my own plans to withstand this land full of empty-headed man
Kind of like empty-handed people takin' fruit up off your land
Then expect to be fed but won't lend a helpin' hand
If you was sinkin in the ground, if you step foot inside the sand
Never ask you what you need but will sit there and demand.
Outstanding fits of selfishness devising my own plans
So I focus on myself and lie in my own mental wealth
Y'all hate me cus I'm free, disastrously planning catastrophes y'all want done to me
Because you're slaved by your savagery
Instead of freeing ya mind, enslaved by time and the grime you've devised
Y'all make me go crazy
So go ahead, look me in my eyes and see if you can tell if I'm spittin ignorance or helpin' you be wise
The truth ain't a crime but neither is a lie
Facades are often sublime if your idea of beauty is aligned with what ur eyes see as divine
But that's all y'all see is wit ur eyes
This world advises us to see the beauty it supplies to us but most y'all don't see the fact that it's a disguise
And y'all don't kno how much y'all really mentally traumatized from what y'all eyes refuse to prize.