My Verse...
I’ve managed to mesh with it…life is turnin’ tragic…its evident
No actions can better it…but here I’m rappin’ pretendin’ its
Tragic and wretched clips’ll spark the facts that embedded in...
My heart are made to touch down...and catapult eminence...
...In my skill n' develop some type of radical nemesis...
...To fathom and shred the skin of mic’s...leave rational evidence...
...To cover my tracks...adrenaline...I’m gaspin’ from breaths of it
Now in position to hold this game...and damage its specialist...
But then my life takes a wrong turn...and that’s when depression hits
Caught myself alone again...turned to tabs of Excedrin
I would manage the sedative...quickly damage expressiveness
Get the nerve to ask myself..."why am I actin’ so generous?"
I was trapped in the death wish n' I would panic to rest in this...
...Assurance and tell myself God had subtracted the messages...
...That I needed to survive...now here collapsin’ in stress again...
...I fall to my knees...knowin’ that my backs to this deficit...
