You see It's about time for me to not be so humble anymore You can't contribute Mother fucker to a game that your not a gift to You never heard the truth like this and my lineage is official I got enough background for two and my city tends to get brittle In the Winter my depression gets insidious, but it's pretty in mid June Shoot I Don't know if I'll be forgiven again and again for every sin I commit The scent of Newport smoke holds a sentiment embedded deep in my system On Penn Avenue get stripped of your innocence I keep flexing my vision in a sense I beat complex systems meant to see I'm lost in a psychiatric clinic, institution, or prison So I'm instituting my gifts because I'm gifted I've been involuted in painting vivid pictures of unfortunate misgivings But I'm so fortunate and I've never been confused about my privilege Through an induced amount of chemicals and a profuse amount of sickness I hit the ground so hard and bounced far above the illusion of a useless crown And parts of your true story that don't fit into your cool image F*ck it It's starting to get disgusting dishing this hot chicken Summer to Christmas Since For The Lost Children I guess all my verses reflect my mental illness Put you in a ditch or leave you livid I remember having hot piss and praying to Jesus that my PO was gone fishing I always thought I could start a revolution but people told me to be realistic bullshit Now it's time to be realistic There's never been verses as honest, words as prolific turned to a sentence When statistics that said I'd make it past addiction were such a small percentage This is spiritualistic not religious I hear spirits in my head I see spirits with special vision My third eye is blinking Try to tell us how your living But we can see it written on your face You can try but you can't hide what's inside without an outward presence Frank Vitale gave me wisdom while I was washing dishes Now I got a 100 Jerm instrumentals and zero competition All the notes inside of my phone could fill at least ten compositions While you look for accolades I'm looking to ascertain the difference between God And fake prophets with false claims that try to wrap my brain in So I don't just pray I listen This is Big Waves I'll let the Universe put you in a grave and look away if you want to act like bitches I need to not mask the pain on cloudy days getting ash on the window sill After a long day of trying to find the next sentence to type rhymes Flowing like rain through the gutter out of my intuition Need a brain to have my type of women I'd rather be broke than unoriginal because you can't buy these kinds of riches
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