Uncle Sam MC - Overload (Prod. By Evill Dewer) Lyrics

This is what it is if it is what it was
But it wasn't cause I'm hunting for the thoughts
That are humming like a dozen different ways
Every single day, adding to the maze
Can't close a page
Constantly engaged to the point that I'm not
Thoughts breaking in the waves

Breathe

Breathing out doubt
Worry 'bout the count later
Wait a minute - bounce
Elevator down
Animated clowns, slighted sounds, dollar vs the pound
Political hounds, calamities abound
What's it like to drown?

Breathe

Hey! Look at me! Hey! Did you see?! Hey! Look at me! Hey!
F*ck

The nonsense is constant
The process is caustic
The object is blockage
Thoughts become nauseous
The drops of the faucet
Preposterous posture
A pause is the product of posthumous ponderance
Improbable profits, prosthetic polish
The poshest impostors make toxic deposits
Flock to the optics
While positive pockets are lost in the options
Shocked & despondent we march through the darkness
The possible promise of calmness that taunts us
Conscious, Unconscious, Conscious, I'm conscious

Get it Together

Get it together, get my mind right
20/20 third eye sight, highlight
Limitations of attention found finite
Accept, or agitate until your spine's tight
One life - hold tight, no fright
Stone might, take flight
Dark knights spark fights
No ice, my blight