My fingertips cringe before I even touch a single key,
Staring at this mirror like how can I ever defeat this evil me,
This evil deed I can't seem to stop myself from swinging,
I can't stop myself from screaming I'm thinking he won't get up when I'm done beating,
I can't stop myself from dreaming about the faggots demeaning statements,
The baddest of evil's hatred is in fact a savage eagle Native with a habit of smashin people's face in,
But I'm wastin my time thinking that his words won't affect me,
Like the cops on the curb won't arrest me or his boys hear the word and won't come get me,
There's no forgetting won't my angels wings both come get me,
And there's no pretending it was only her I can boast defending,
I'm embarassed and disgusted by every word in my head,
Would give anything to have her in my bed instead of all the verbs that lie dead,
This curse in my breath, his herse all dyed red, I'm hurt and it's worse when it's her that I stressed,
The dirt that I left is worse in my stead return to my bed and squirm like I said,
I turn with my head and learn that I'm dead but this isn't my tombstone,
But my name's inscribed and I'm in flames inside so welcome to my new home.
I'm tryin to live without it but dammit I can't quit,
I vanish behind the liquid I'm handed,
Outlandish how is this supposed to be an advantage,
I manage to be stranded from my words and these are the fingers that planned it.
My fingertips cringe before any letter is ever sent,
I'm better if I let her lift the letter quick surely there is no better gift,
Unable to determine if my purpose is worth it,
Cause I'm certain it's not workin it's worthless unperfect,
I'm hurtin the person who cares for me so,
Apparently the ghost is scarin me most,
My lines just disappear like coke strings from the coat strings on dope fiends,
I'm hoping this isn't my last note,
My last quote but fuck it man that's just bad hope,
'It's mad dope the way you twist these past experiences,
To make them seem poetic and past the period of acting serious,
Laugh but curious to see how it turns out,
To see how they turn down the raps he's churned out,
He's burnt out he needs at least 10 seconds to think,
8 second to blink but only 6 seconds to drink,
Because that vodka on top of the table,
It's my demise but the only disguise for an angel,
Who's unable to untangle this web in a world full of fables,
In a world full of tangles it's hard to be Cain in a world full of Abels.
I'm tryin to live without it but dammit I can't quit,
I vanish behind the liquid I'm handed,
Outlandish how is this supposed to be an advantage,
I manage to be stranded from my words and these are the fingers that planned it.
My fingertips cringe at the beginning of every verse,
Of every curse my fist is clenched for the ending of every word,
Of every obserd nerd whose heard of rap,
But classifies that rap has died and actualize my raps as lies,
In fact I tried not to act so ascinine but in fact I wrapped guys in the black lines of my trapped mind till it capsized,
I'm trapped guys, won't somebody come get me?
Won't somebody come lift me before I die come quickly,
I'm shifty I'm shady I'm empty I'm lazy,
I'm dizzy I'm crazy come give me my ratings,
Just classify me as the guy with mulits,
The guys whose holding the dope fiends from closing the whole thing,
My lines just disappear like coke strings from the coat strings on dope fiends,
Wait haven't I used that bar, I'm almost positive I did,
Yeah but that was before the last shot I almost did,
Oh so now he's just talking to himself and writing it all like a recital,
Oh great now I have to write 'my conscience' featured on the title,
I'm a creature from the Bible just call me Leviathin,
Run so fast you can't follow me so call me the diet plan,
My fingers hurt my knuckles crack and even my hands break,
The land shakes when man takes the fan base of the words that my hands make.