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Anyway
Me myself and I
go way back
Tryna find my way
Like the waze app
I lost my way
No mames guey
So many ways
I could change
But I’m not changing back
Back to my ways
When I put myself in the back
Now there’s no way
That I’ll be turning back
With all the trauma
I gone through
It’s hard to relax
Hard to rest
Looking In the mirror
Like a thousand yard
starring contest
Tired of these comparison Olympics
It’s not a contest
Your pain isn’t any less real
Just cause some other person saw a little more neglect
I’m Venting in this music
for me it’s so cathartic
I’m Mopping the floor with the underground with each lyric
Used to be incessantly nefarious
On my sock puppet
Not tryna be manipulated like a sock puppet
Was hopscotching between
The malt liquor and scotch
Hada turn down the festivities a notch
Liquor made me twisted like some licorice
Crazy how liquor is
Crazy how that is
Lucky if we see mañana
Be happy you made it this far
Like a zealot saying hosanna
This music ain’t a act no Hanna Montana
Airing out these lyrics
like the little friend of tony montana
Feel like season four
Ruth Langmore
These lyrics are not labor
From troubled beginnings
Kim wexler
Got a code
Like I’m Dexter
Immense Vocabulary
Blacklist James Spader
My fathers words
stick with me
Like Mr. Robot
Christian Slater
deserving of a clean slate
one way or a another
People turn on you
Iike what you see in the wire
In my whip blasting South of Heaven by Slayer
Keep that circle small
So you dont dread the people on your roster
I’m twisted in the head like a dread
On the head of a Rasta
Unique style
Like I’m Zeb Powell out my dental
Leavin more than a dent
It’s torrential
Making moves like a pterodactyl
Even when I’m down
I’m winning still
Never give up like
The values
my grandpa instilled
Death is inevitable
Soon we’ll be worm food
Pushed away with a shovel
Totally forgotten
As the past turns to rubble
Timeless with my words
Thier a time capsule
Yeah I
Went from down to party
To feeling Blasé
My music an Exposé
They cannot hold a candle to me
Used to yearn for peace
like Ralphie wanting that BB gun in a Christmas story
Some people on 9/11
survived an elevator free fall
80 stories
Just for the building to eventually collapse
on them entirely
Morale of the story
When it’s your time to go
it’s your time homie
We live in chaos
And nothings set in stone
So make sure you make
this life your own
