Discouraged I flourish a skirmish sturdy I earnestly hurry/Rap is malnourished, too wordy/Let me furnish it with purity/I leave you cold while I keep hot like a thermos or purgatory my story captivates learners assuredly/Unfashionably late so I state I want no taste of what I passionately hate we embrace higher stakes/Slow to sit inertia is fate but will fate start when yer thirty? Getting pay-pay, thee glory days aren’t made unless you create/Expect to catch every brake, wait until the demons invade in spades acting faker than make up or a Russian bootleg/& betrayed by every case of sellout center stage in yr brain

& more weight on yr bones, shown grown in the mirror but you fear her, ghosty goblins coming nearer pictures clearer
Mere sores year wars yer sure time is dearer but the tears don’t get cleared when you dwindle down to zero

Dreaming to emerge ‘n’ stir a commotion in turn demons will converge ‘n’ blur that pure notion slur yr words so the messages not heard/Flurry of disturbed yes sirs yes sir no sirs, spurred on towards third rate pop insured/Absurdly ignoring what obviously perturbs you/All these uncertain views merging ‘n’ producing a recluse/Unimportant insurgency/Refusal to do anything involving anything/But when I sing I sing to make myself move ‘n’ do

I touch the mic ‘n’ let loose, improve ‘n’ soothe my mental praying that I can still rise above the landfill
You fell in it now dwell in it you pause for yr whole lives/Yer selling dip? Rebelling twit, no cause I recognize