Been homesick
Grown bitter with this reality quick
My soul is here to stay
But my personality split
Trust me you don’t know that child
Ain’t seen just how wild he can get
Faking when you see me smile
Now fuck the formality shit
Take me as I really
Am- I’m demanding that you feel me
Damnit we’re gonna reach some understanding if it kills me
My Achilles
Heal
Is what I’ve known to be as fiction
And pretending it’s real is just the loneliest addiction
I’ve been wishing that I can discontinue my prescription
Itching to ditch it; I fidget picturing me switching
But how I’m living’s given conviction for me to spit so listen to my mission- I got the vision and I’m original
... I‘ma give it away
Written everything I’ve hidden
Here’s what I didn’t display
Sitting thinking bout how crazy it is to live in decay
And ain’t even kidding to say
It feels like I’m living today
Take me as I really...

See I always had rhythm
And I really ain’t new to the blues
Stressed unless I’m getting soothed as I’m music induced
Nonetheless I’m feeling bless I’ve been introduced to the booth
So I’ll play the press to be the best
Or just prove you can lose
Cause you never spent a second to move in my shoes
So tell me how you disrespecting the views that I choose
Guess I’m just new and improved
Better
Get used to the truth
Groove to the tunes that I’ve chewed
Truly my fuel isn’t food
Usually I’m moody and rude
Booted and glued to the tube
Get convoluted- construed
Muted- too stupid- confused
Cool as I try to be though
High as a side of me so
Low
that my body be stoned
Cold
suicidally flow
Slow
and I finally don’t know
If I wanna be dope
That’s the dichotomy between what I see probably won’t
Happen, been rapping so real
No one’s as hot as me bro
But God do I got any hope?
You ain’t gotta lie to me, yo
Take me as I really
‘Cause that’s all I can be right now

//

Sin staining my windows with pains
Glass-half-empty memento remains
The voices in my head said they ain’t
friends with your brains
The faces forget
And I don’t remember their names
But they’re saying
'Make money money, make
Money money make '
But they're fake funny funny fake
Funny sonny, fake
Tummy ache, and they wanna take
from me, I’m awake
Just been patiently staying hungry,
Angels tell me wait
At the gate, Satan’s chasing SUMiT
And he’s coming straight
For me, bloody, got a date with greatness
And I’m running late
I’ve been gracious, these fucking dummies thinking I’m a waste
Now I hate everybody, hate
Ain’t nobody safe