This verse is not so proper
My mind-set's out of order
I can't organize the way it is
But I can organize this,
I wipe my tears on
digital sheets
The way the stress rips thru my system
I feel the heat on the back of my neck
Below the surface I'm wrecked,
Narrate the story, I won't be phased
I'm in a maze next to things i can say,
I'd be amazed by the speed you'd react,
Just know that you should be afraid.
I'm trynna make a way thru my old ways
I'm trynna live in the moment, as some would say,
I'm not sugar-coating nothing, I'm more like a fruit
Matured from the endless bruising,
I brewed as i grew, my concoction is strong
My liquor is self-produced.
Don't blame me for being drunk off my own depression
It has something that answers all of my questions
A feeling of absence, its like chucking down absinthe
But how would i know if it compensates for my abstinence.
I don't drink that much, I don't wanna fade so slowly
I'm cruising with a slow leak
Nobody can stop me..
Unless I'm looking myself in the eye with a knife.
I am both my own hero and my own enemy
Some days my own haze makes me jet lag sloppy
Some days I'm between growing up and brewing up
In between i might find a way to blow up.
