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Yesterday I finished reading a book, started about eight months ago
Seven months it slept by my pillow, gathering dust 
Useless, purposeless
And we

And looking elsewhere rather than our home station
Internal speak, less of the generalised speak
How about tell me sometimes positive productive statements
All

There was a story in the paper about a girl, it's passed around
Forgotten by the world except her face, only on page one
When the edges cut my

got no plans to change, but your representative cares
His Facebook page reads "Sending Thoughts and Prayers"

Now he's nervous
About his re-election

think,
Standing with a lost team jinx about to sink,
Thoughts are monomania, haunted by the saviour
Misolania scripts, cranium splits,
Deep verses

cast
With rows that formed an aisle in through which I passed
These the quarters of a recluse whom I'd come to ask
About the origin of wisdom he was said

In this game I'm for real
Making all this money I did with no deal
And I'm going for kill
Married to the game never catch me in my feels,
get by

But then run away when it pouring
I'm pouring out my heart for you
Maybe just for the moment
Tryna do what I gotta
Do optimistic and hopeless

together now 
hold my hand 
its now 
our safety mattress 

paint me a 
pretty portrait too 
you and i
drowning 
in the deep blue 

I need to get by this time

bacon
Thinking I love her, but I cannot save her
Missing the bitches that be doing them favors for me
Brody buss it, don't care about the scene
In

and that's all like it's Cane's
Distinguishing features all covered by shade
No way you can link it with nothing to make
I'd rather no name with the face
Take

the details God is in the mess
A message for the ages protect the sage be blessed
Burn the sage self immolate and then confess 
Turn the page speak the truth

consummation
And strong elation
It's a new generation, with cool innovations
To prove who's the greatest and it's just subjective
Your efforts not wasted, you

You passed me by like a season
And I'm needing a reason to continue breathing
Bitch I'm a punk and I'm high strung
I don't give a fuck what I have done

Common sense has left the stage
Life’s about to turn a page
Somehow it all feels

Pointless, just leading nowhere, wasted

It ain’t all just black

a world where you got no home/
Gotta find my own feel so free, no one gives a fuck about man with a dream/
Ticket in my hand with a plan to achieve, and I'm

bleeding my pain and my rage on the page
Got a bus pass cause my whip got towed
So strapped for cash but
I'm still getting blown
I kid you not plus my
Little

From the start to the finish we've been winnin2x

 Don't fall for them fireworks and lasers

Project Blue beam bull shit baked up by satan

How about

a life that is programmed
Enslaved by the politicians
That will make you dead
Obey
Believe
Sleep
Trust this lie
Obey
Believe
Sleep
Trust this lie

my feelings on the page
You don't like it? Stay away
That's why I'm hiding my face
People round being fake
I write what I like
I write what I write

sometimes you have to talk shit,
Its all vibe,that's making flows damn weak,
No control on my mind i hate roaming please,
Of that time too when i use

well known state of mind
That you write in pages of a more authentic dream 

Making new lights in baltic memories Piecing together dreams of our pure

to send gotta capture the moment
Look how the time be running if it ain't now then when? Dead.

You can put the kicks in my coffin a Nike and a three-stripe

mind I can't seem to get it cleared
Yo this could be a problem and it's about to get severe

Because it's hard to have a vision when you can't see
It's