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I can’t sleep well, I never really could either
The bed burning and the demons eat my features
See the fruits of my malaise taking many shapes
Selling thoughts for pennies, but the petty seek to medicate
On my destruction, the suffering injected
You can’t heal the wounds if they never ceased infection
Thief bares protection, strength draws a limit
When it comes face to face with fear I fall timid
I am, just a human, flawed more than ground is
Mediocrity, disdained, I stay grounded
I paint, a vivid picture that had cracks in the canvass
Destined for imperfection, couldn’t hack standards
Attention limited, my focus fragmented
My torment swarmed like locusts who had vengeance
Smell the hemoglobin in the shit that I went and wrote 
Never going global, no respect for my kind of folk
The kind of joke I never wanted the punch line
Kind of angry when I write its like I punch rhymes
And they hit back with dissatisfaction
I think that it is fact I’m lacking in traction
Too smart for dumb kids, too dumb for smart ones
Residing in no mans land my only outcome
Isolated like cadavers in the hot sands
Under the equator this is not what my god planned


Save my soul
I can't sleep again
Save my soul
I can't sleep again


I can’t sleep well, I never really have either, 
So I turn my pen into a blade and stab a track feature
That ‘seeker’ is what they called me when I tapped em on the shoulder 
And asked if they knew me and or this black dreamer
The cracks deepen when you fall victim to cabin fever 
And blasphemy loses it’s meaning like some alopecia. 
Catch amnesia tryna have me like your having seizures 
Tactically we Pentagon, tactically you’re Clarry beamed up.
Sinks and Moon carry meaning like a tin or two 
with an OG spinnin’ yarns about the hidden truth
Yeah, This shit’ll miss the youth but let em grow, 
soon enough they’ll figure dues are paid through dedication, Rhymes and meditation, climbing hills and patience
Spending time alone and making every moment 
Moments you can take to an opponent
They don’t know it though, 
Ain’t all about the bars it’s about the mental growth 
and stimuli or stimulants. 
The f*ck you wanna hear? Just some ignant shit? 
I won’t ever spit what ain’t real it ain’t my signature. 
Literature? I weaponise. My men? I fend em. 
My mental? I exercise. Trends? Forget em.

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