Put him in the middle of a rhythm with a little bit of treble.
Push the pedal to the metal, never gonna settle.
Started spittin' acapellas like a petty pellet gun,
but pull away from practice and you're never gonna get it done.
Forgot the fundamentals, started cooking in my kettle.
Lost a billion battles to my never-ending mental,
but it never won the war within. I'm better than that.
Thought process in knots but I'm bending it back.
What's the point in having life if you don't know how to live it?
I evicted my anxiety but its not afraid to visit.
Haven't taken my antidepressants in a minute.
All the pain and crazy talk is not another gimmick.
Always been the loner with nobody in my corner
Try to make the best of it but walk along the border
of suicidal thoughts and happy talks to hide it,
so group me in a box but I swear to god I'm trying.
10-4 over breaker. Break your mind open wide.
Out to find where dopamine, motivation, and focus hide.
Creeping through cadavers of my cranium I came
across a nickel plated crate labeled 'pivotal change'.
Within the vigilance of an original brain,
was a little bit of innocence and minimal rage,
before the rise of dissidence and sinister blame
ever even played a part in my cynical game.
Found a photo of a really familiar adolescent;
a portrait of myself I had to see to believe.
Another closer look revealed it had a hidden message,
radiating peace and a reason to breathe.
Deep inside the iris and embedded in flames, it said I'm never gonna stop 'til they remember my name.
As the years trickled by, I traded passion for pain.
No more time for staying faded. Now I'm back in my frame.

I'll still smile 'til I crumble. Being kind and staying humble
kinda helped me learn to juggle but I struggled to climb.
A virus in the muscle had me silenced with a muzzle
like a lion in the jungle with the hunger confined.
A crisis in the climate made a blinded fighter pilot
dive in lightning on an island with the thunder combined.
My invasion wasn't subtle. I was spiraling in rubble
like I'm driving through a tunnel while the rubber unwinds.
Tried erasing all the trouble from a river to a puddle.
Cries for help were disregarded. I was under the line.
Ignited the papyrus with the fire in the iris.
I was prying open eyelids with a clutter of rhymes.
Isolation in a bubble always left the mind befuddled
trying to find a couple pieces to the puzzle of mine.
I'm in my prime but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't on the cusp of dying
at my own hands a couple of times.
No matter the season the reason that i'm breathing is to be the bleeding heathen in the people when i'm reaching them with words
Freeze em like a needle to the nerves. feel the cold chills creeping while I sweep you off your feet until it hurts
To go a single week without me preaching in the speakers, easy leaking at the teeth and teaching feeble minds to work
and see cerebral evil seeping from the peeking peepers of defeated demons breaching Eden. Beat 'em til it burns.
They might have won the battle but we're gonna win the war 'cause they're canaries in a coal mine. Quote the raven never more,
unless its on a writing desk. The only way of fighting stress to death is pulling passion to the surface from the core.
You gotta be a scavenger. Take what you can get while ravaging the average habitat of avaricious boars.
Crashin' in the attic of a savage living lavish. I'm a maverick with no baggage. Leave the package at the door.