ayo
i break bread with base heads, give face lifts and break fists,
goin ape shit, im anxious, im hateful and tasteless,
range from patient to dangerous, to my self and others,
brother im a cutter, and nothings ever subtle,
the pain of being alive, just wakin up's a puzzle,
struggle to leave my troubles, pandemonium rebuttals,
"nah n***a nah. you stay right there,
dont say a word and burn this right here"
intake the acetate, run it til exasperate,
lacerate the 'rillo, gelato make a pillow,
how i feel., for real tho, its bedlam thru my window,
torrential rain inside, potential pain i hide,
its innate, im rigid, my soul feels so frigid,
livid since leviticus, ridiculously hideous,
the mirror shards shattered, swiftly, are you serious,
unstable my mental, unbalanced in essentials,
talents inconsequential, havent reached the crescendo,
pen versus pencil, my utensils are made of metal,
eventually i'll settle, but this fentanyls my sentinel,
keeps me in this hell hole, the side effects are well known...
pretend im feeling swell tho, relief thru norelco..(or whatever.)

yo, twenty milligrams, and these feelins will dance,
i got a real ill stance,  aint bout blow my chance,
enhance or potentiate, damage my mental state,
levitate these featherweights, when talons leave the case.

blessed to be, agressively, creating my own recipes,
the monster is ahead of me, who dwells in the centerpiece,
destiny's upsetting me, she wont let me be,
a friend to my enemies, betrayal is her tendency,
trust is an issue, i just cant circumvent,
plus, when its hits you, its a circus of percocets,
worthless be your first guess, till ya final foray,
im breakin spinals for days, as my rhymebooks amaze,
maybe i'll find time. to recline when its over,
till then my only.friends. are circles and ovals...

maybe.i'll find time, to recline when its over
till then my only friends, are circles and oval