I write in long hand a short-term memory   Hopeless romantic, coarse word tendencies   RIght now I don't want to wake up   Or try to forget when the storm first entered me   Lately I've felt self destructive   Self-inflicted, self help the cuts with   Shellshocked, Hell's bells and trumpets   Self-taught to tell tales in public   Of this life, same shit but different day   I write it down, same shit in different ways   Fight it now, break fists against the cage   Until I climb on that slave ship and drift away   My blood boils (in cups) the sun spoils (abrupt)   And unloyal (with love) so come toil (with us)   The sun freezes (and cuts) in some seasons (and plus)   Its untreated (so trust) I'm done bleeding   In a place where I can be and touch all of the things I see   To find my peace and I can breathe with nobody looking back at me   I'll just take a breath and place my bets but never deal   'Til I face my death with a game of chess like Seventh Seal   I'll still fight the stepdads and memories   Scream Zion 'til deaf dance to melodies   Deadpanned with setbacks and jealousy   Until hea-ven ex-pands the hell in me   Acquired conscious competence of all of my accomplishments   And conquered constant comments that contradicted my confidence   Common compliments were called upon to con me in   Accosted consonant comments that condescended all my common sense   Where I'm from, no one stays alive   You just die by the sword, a shogun's frame of mind   Walk with the rest like its Dawn of the Dead   And drink from the blood that the open veins provide   My raps are like a novel with clever style and prose   Im Edgar Allan Poe, the Casque of Amontillado   Enter catacombs 'til clever palindromes   And letters that I wrote can capture the god Apollo      Hear the secret stammers time'll tell   I rebel, they teach me manners with Bible-belt   Schtick, psychadellic, dreams of banter   Scenes of candor I embellish   Like a zombie that eats through tissue   Until I find a heart with a beat to spit to   If its not in the meat I sift through   I'll write it acapella on the piece I bit through   I'm savage, and its near the dead of night   Wait 'til the sun paints an iridescent sky   To head the deadened cries   Of an old boy given no choice but to fear the present time      Take the reigns, I'm sick and tired of the practice   of burnin' bridges, I lit the fire with a matchstick   Return the image to where I'm at, cuz thinking back   I've been sinking fast, and tripping wires where the sands quick   Across plains with bloody palms and jaw pains   Hiding from God's grace in fright like its Pompeii   And always, I'll just stay on the lost road   While you study crucifixes painted with barcodes   At first its just a ride to live fast   Until I felt the bruises inside from whiplash   A purpose, I'll try to get that   Until I fall from grace and I die on impact   And intact was a single broken locket   With the ocean on its rustic chain and face that no one wanted   I'm growing nauseous from a world that never stops   When my center's lost hope in the ghost that haunted Pentecost   I stand in graveyards and dance to take charge   Of concepts of death that I have to base on   Even when my bones crack I'll pace on   Through the epitaphs that my pasts engraved on   Laugh and stay strong, embrace the day   'Till it fades away with this mask I paint on      She's probably just a bitch thats casting all the shadows   Laughing at my battles and following a trend   Searching for an angel at the bottom of a fifth   But my hands stay empty, I swallow it again   Its the loss of leaves that autumn brings   That show me these limbs are far from wings   I'm far from happy, you're far from peace   I'll fall from grace and you'll fall for me   And awkwardly I'll just change the posture   'Till the aches and pains rearrange the monsters