I get strife every time
When I sigh
It's like I'm breathing out my troubles
But seeing that I'm humble
I need a way... no doubt
To survive with all this stress
I can only guess
If I'll ever get less... just hope
Stranded on this rope
Medicine, pills, and coke
Don't help
I'm stuck in a job and I hate my boss
But if I left, income loss
Won't help me pay my costs?... never will
Like I'm taking
Six steps forward
And that's just a quarter
Of what I hop back like leapfrog... year
I'm my own menace
Lost in my own world like in Venice
Can't navigate
It's late to contemplate
But it's not like I'm occupied with much... fuck it
This pen moves with
It's own pace; so clueless
No idea why I'm even making music?
Window is open and the wind blows
And it's cold like my life though
But at least it's bold... nope
Face my sins
Like the opposite of the Arabians
I got no purpose, right
At war with my-
Self, since no one bothers
With me like my father... what?
Living in this fucking house
Like a trapped mouse
No spouse
Lous-
y... seriously
Can't think straight sometimes right
Lacking cunning rhymes
Following where the money lies
To whatever side
Cause it's my
Destiny to forever wander
I ponder
The mystery we all seek
But literally, what we see
Is nothing
Everyone's searching for something
But fuck that
Born Christian but no one showed me love... the Pope?
So damn smoked
Out my mind; this is just a page out my notes
Of all the shit that I wrote
No quotes.
Feedback appreciated. Didn't concentrate at all on multies, if you could tell. More like a freer style of rapping I was trying to accomplish, especially structure.
Inspired by "Book of Life - Common".
