I saw God he said I didn't do enough acid

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Erick Is Swell

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I feel so insignificant
I'm really not all that different
Anxiety what I represent
Still a bit to comfortable remaining complacent
I get lost attempting to take initiative
My worries are too immense
I dwell so much in a past tense
You write this shit you just pretend
I write these songs as my way vent
I'm incoherent, and I see no end
To this misery unless I meet my end
I'm afraid that just the way it is my friend
Broken triangle my insignia
I feel it's quite ingenious
It portrays all my feelings
It shows the state of my trust
As I fill this page with my rambles
Over this twisted use of a sample
You might just hear me combust
I'm the one they try to reconstruct
Same ones to say it wasn't feasible
Now think I'm not being reasonable
When I won't let 'em match syllables over my instrumentals
But can't nobody match this narrative
Adolescence wasted tryna fit in
But I wasn't even 10 when I was corrupted by that relative
Earphones in inspecting rhythm
I feared my cousin
So I kept it hidden
But through this pen
Found my power risen
Breaking out your mental prison
Locked inside my visions
This my dark twisted creation
I didn't wanna do you like this son
But I'm not the type to hide behind some guns
I'll erase you through my songs
By letting the whole world know how you did me wrong
Oh you didn't have the right to put your hands on me
And the way you tried to censor me, I know that you fear Swelly
Can't stop me now I'm on a roll
Really thought I'd be defeated by you trolls
But I'll grow my platform bigger than ever before
Let 'em form conspiracies about my lore
I won't be hurt by your words
I see your pettiness and think it's so absurd
Call me Kirby because of all that I absorb
It becomes my super power when I decide to unleash over some chords
I dropped acid and met my guardian angel
She told me this path I've chosen is danger
I shouldn't let my actions be influenced by anger
But damn if this shit don't make me feel like a mighty morphing power ranger
Or like Michelangelo going against his brother
Because that crimson bandana motherfucker was sick with power
Tryna throw me off the tower
Because I was chosen by master splinter
But when my hands around your neck reality sets in
My name is Booker, and I was sent to kill myself in an alternate dimension
But it's too late, it only hits as I vanish from existence

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