Writing scriptures of plights to the ones I idolize
Like there's a way to find a lane and line
But I'm just another brother with no name in rhyme
Some other spittin' mutter in the name of life
The competition inscribe in the battling of torture deprived
I wish I wasn't but I can't always be the guide
I need to be, blind to the weed's effect inside
Breathing easily, and all those beliefs that were easing me
Mistaken by the feeds and where they're really leading me
I'm being roped into deep indecency, choking how I think increasingly
A host of things that needs to be addressed
Within the complex of my polarized sets
High on smoke I confess to all the moments I forget
Stuck upon the crutches of the dumb sect
While at home I found I'm met with everything I'm needing
Stroking pets, but truth be told I'm still coping with his death
Oh shit... I miss you dad
Rest in peace rest in peace
And so I draw my curtains from any soul observing
Treating intimacy like a sketchy merchant
Lurking in the liminal between being skeptic and certain
Two extremes, furthering release from the clutches these earnings
Soul controller but the discipline is curving
Aiming to be preserving a piece of me
Within the digital and the thirty three that's turning
Swerving from my peace, blinded by the song and what it really means
Speaking like the growth goes in deep
But the emotional self esteem fragile like existence is to deceive
There's always help being dealt, I just can't cope with the means
We're all doing everything we chose to be, so I believe the
Esoteric creed such a term is way too much for me
I'm just a spec of dust that happens to be speak and reads
Constructs everything that he see's through interpretation of the stimuli received
So under the pretense of being unique what makes me
Different between me and any other human beings
Nah nothin' my g