I'm a mind matted by meaningful lies,
And I'm scattered in pieces and Patterns to leave em in tatters,
And I'm
Nothing but verses, rhythms and curses,
Staccato Consonants controversial reverses,
I'm no lyrical matador,
Metaphorically I'm a door,
Nothing more,
I'm a portal to be used n ignored,
Just let me throw show to the wind,
Wind back and let's begin,
Scripted to the end,
I'm only a kid in pretend

Don't save me
I'm a mess
I keep daggers
In my chest
I find value
In my distress
I'm unbothered
I'm undressed,
No pained plea,
There's no test,
I can be,
More than this,
You just can't see,
I'm depressed,
Buts it's candy,
It's progress,

I'm Carpeted with runes
upon the house left in ruins
Left rusted binding in bedded,
I'm powered by songs unleaded,
I'm scheming with tomes of leather,
I'm teething on tales untethered,
Keeping meters far from measured,
So they lead me unto the treasure,

Call me invested in my distress,
I nest my value in the Vexed
I got a
Bin of bargains in my chest
I'm most rested in my unrest,

I'm putting purpose in demons,
I'm rather versed in these heathens,
I'm having lunch with the pastors,
While planning dinner with cretins,
I'm more Jesus than reverends,
They scheme with demons we rend
He leaves heaven in Zion,
I reach heaven by pretend,
So take the ladder to Vegas,
I'm scattered thoughts left in stasis,
It's just word vomit as I write this,
Leave me nauseous as I fight this,
It's lyrical combat with the man of my past,
Let's get past that lift the weight on my back,
Nobody has that, the verses I rap,
Are no precon, I'm beyond that,