This is very unorthodox, I feel like I have two styles, a dark side and a bright side.
I wanted to showcase both... So I used my imagination.
This hook is original btw...
(hook)
The window reveals hopelessness, like it's painted black.
Revered as widow tears, atrociousness is feared, I am back.
I am him, I am pen, the grin on the face of the one who's grim.
The limb of the dead tree, no serenity.
No serenity.
No serenity.
Everything I was never meant to be...
And Nothing that was meant for me...
No serenity.
(1)
The beast inside is calling, growling, crawling.
A feast beside the fallen, bodies, rotting.
A light shines.. Sublime in this bright mind.
The right kind would find that I'm Not fine at night time/
Toll tickets for this whole rigid, frail idget.
pay them with the blood from my known victims.
Blown wisdom, used in his system.
Home prism, marked by drag trails of missin'
Soul is missin, heart is missin, brain is trippin.
Whole part is missin', the art is with him.
It resides... To yalls suprise... Strong within him.
He is grown but shrinking, thinking won't help him from sinking... This deep ends...
(hook)
The window reveals hopelessness, like it's painted black.
Revered as widow tears, atrociousness is feared, I am back.
I am him, I am pen, the grin on the face of the one who's grim.
The limb of the dead tree, no serenity.
No serenity.
No serenity.
Everything I was never meant to be...
And Nothing that was meant for me...
No serenity.
(2)
I already said it's me against myself/
I admitted I ain't good enough/
I already said I need some help/
I hope you know I've had enough/
Im great, mistake is that my voice is too quiet/
Man even my weed ain't loud at all/
Lyrical giants are my standing tyrants/
But hey... The taller you are, the harder you fall/
LETS GO
Ima get rolling, stoning, blowin trees while you blowin me/
On your knees.. I don't smoke weed I smoke poison leaves/
I'll carry y'all, I don't care at all/
I'm a bear dog, see my bare balls/
The way I bear arms, I bear all/
The world ain't in my hands, it's on the tip of finger/
Shit is on a swivel like my pencil when I linger/
Riddles n' pivitols, beat fiddles no joke/
The best is fuckin back like the titanic's afloat/
My mic hand hold the hope/
Your right hand holds the choad/
Swerving over curbs cuz there's absurd pervs in the road/
My mind lurks like there's a mic bug n' the rug/
I might hurt ya like I'm tight ropin above/
Fall down on ya ass fast, ya sweet as molass/
Get spun like taz, n' straight shattered like glass/
You'll probably hate this, cuz there ain't no topic at hand/
Well fuck you, I ain't racist, but I will backhand a black man...
(hook)
The window reveals hopelessness, like it's painted black.
Revered as widow tears, atrociousness is feared, I am back.
I am him, I am pen, the grin on the face of the one who's grim.
The limb of the dead tree, no serenity.
No serenity.
No serenity.
Everything I was never meant to be...
And Nothing that was meant for me...
No serenity.
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