106 degree heat index/ drowning in a sea of mental impotence/ I guess ignorance is bliss/ waiting for the switch/ pecked on the cheek by fates perfect kiss/ my indents are stiff/ at the end of my rope/ rather be respected and broke/ than the butt of a joke/ holding on to hope/ that I find my place in history/ looking to God to cure my misery/ but he hasn’t been a friend of me/ since I left Jesus standing at the mezzanine at 16/ karma stepped in to intervene/ and completely changed the way that I reach/ the way that I bleed/ the way that I teach/ my hatred can be found/ in the pain that I speak/ and the rage that I preach/ space holds the key/ to the praise that I seek/ these are the days that I leave behind/ trapped in time/ giving sight to the blind/ while figuring out my own design/ wondering if I suffer/ from the same affliction/ as my friends who fell to addiction/ marijuana and pills change my position/ clouding my vision/ forcing me to sleep with one eye open/ unable to focus/ on my fractured reality/ waiting on Lobotomy and Toxicology/ to touch other galaxies/proving validation/ for my verbal mastery/ screaming fuck the universe/ for always harassing me/
I reflect on the days spent/ freestyling to myself/ on the park bench/ crafting my words/ to become a marksman/ learning to harness the power/ I was given/ watching pens and pencils stiffen/ turning instrumentals to liquid/ letting the world know/ about my sickness/ putting on a mask/ like Doom and Stanley Ipkiss/ to protect my psyche/ and fragile image/ fronting off like I was living/ deep down I knew/ the heavens were livid/ because I took up residence/ in Hell’s Kitchen/ only the Devils lipstick/ promised to fix/ the frustration I limp with/ with the quickness/ sometimes you gotta live indignant/ to appreciate the feeling of suffication/ pollination, elation, elevation/ emotional scars worn as medals of declaration/ bring on that numb sensation/ hibernation/
