Im abstract..a Human knitted in Pain You can't perceieve
Im a Building block of Feeling..so when You Kill you feel me
Im not an average Joe, But Im your average everyday rapper
As I try to endlessly think of Punchlines to expose to Laughter
And the whole time my story is seen as Pity by the outside
Its like Grades,They can be more than decent..if half of us tried
While the other half makes it, And you know they try hardest
while we look in envy..and wonder where our sloth done started
So we become artists, I chose to Paint my Pictures With Words
Im running out of canvas as our leaders are running out of Earth
They endlessly babble on, Drama is apparent like its a school Locker
And we are caught in the middle of it, The innocent, we're locked up
So fuck politics, and all the bullshit it seems to always bring
Even if something's built, another idiot seems to destroy it
Its just an endless cycle, until the cycle ends itself tonight
And the pain we all feel is me there, but I see it different....
Does it feel right?
You came for a pity story, and Im only here to deliver
Im the ghetto proof, so Then absorb me like Liquor
Drugs create a fantasy world, Which most think they ownin
and Im there, Pain, what my feelings are sewn in....
I am the object of clothes, of the Grim Reaper's tunic
I am the lead contained in ur heart after the Shootin
I am innovation, I claim to be a gothic's best friend
they claim me as god, as I am what you feel at ur end
But I am cursed to be so lonely, I am my own cursed night
As I drag another soul away...yet it still doesn't feel Right..
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