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Mentality Tipping

Formality ripping through moments we
Could be authentic got lost in prosthetic

Get lost and go get it, I get it you say with
A smile I might be beheaded

Maybe I'll dread it

My money and time into rhymes while you
Ride on the sidelines of could of and
Would be but should be what God had
Intended

Forget that I said it

Can't forget that I meant what I say when
I said it, quick ask me a question grab
Tape and put pads on my sentences

Ideas are rented
You should have repented
I should have repented

Got bitter resented what I built and
Presented when I fill up my head with
What y'all fill up my head with?

Liquid came pouring out
Oceans and soaring now
Too hot I'm falling so
Who's got the glory now
Close to the sun
But it burns with my latency
Looking go blind uhhhhh
But where are you taking me
Flames in the sockets
Complaining that I can't see
You lead the way
I'll be lost in your vacancy
Painting and painting and painting
But blatantly
Covering all of the things
That you hate in me

Hate that I'm hurting
Hate you betraying me
Love that I'm learning
But Hate all the pain I see
Inside me
Realizing
I can't retaliate
Inside me
Pull out the
Knife and reciprocate
Running but finding
There's nowhere I'm running to
Stab me while smiling
I'm hurt and you want me to
Fall on my face
Into the dirt
Destroying my Idols of pain
While I'm hurt

Pull out the plug
I haven't started
My heart is discarded replaced by the
Artist
The scars are the hardest
What takes us the farthest
The Father the Artist the one who restarted
The tick tick tick ticking
The beat of the heart is
What drew him so close
But he made it to start with

(You're never too lost
You've not been discarded
Whatever the cost
It was paid by the Artist)

I'm Fighting my hardest
My passions not modest
A battle for castles of light in the darkness

I might lose regardless
My hardest is heartless
When God didn't start this
The war that I started

I'm lost in my thoughts
I want to be kind
Few years in the church
Where I learned to be blind

I'm lost in my mind is it time to come out
Yet
I'm lost till I find these are signs more than
Outlets

I'll body a hobby
Set up a robbery
They call it a calling
I call it a LOBBY

Been waiting for you to come
Tell me you're sorry
Look me in the face
These are more than just stories

Got lost in exploring
The cost was me caring
Or loving or sharing
I close up preparing
For hurt but repairing
Despair isn't faring
Too well and I'm staring
At walls with my friends
By myself I've been writing
And praying and fighting
And facing all-nighters
My health is declining
My help is unwinding
It's slow and it's long
But in patience I'm finding
I'm siding with joy

My hurts are not bigger than God and I get
It
But that doesn't fix times I feel God has been
Hidden