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I can't even cry sometimes
I can't even ease my mind away
I can't even dream sometimes
Life in my eyes been slipping away

I'm catching feels in one hand, the other on a stick
My amenities pop necks, abilities brick
I'm quick to fall in, acquitted and hauling
Some pressure we all feel, enough to mention suicide
This strain is not the same between you and I
We smoke hope but, you'd probably get too high
My pedestal pretense, omnipotence be the sky
Ain't close but, close enough that I'm starting to feel godlike
On the beat the piggies hog mic
Supply and demand closer to mob ties
Bitch, I'm the man, applaud
Dope and saran abroad
Copenhagen broads show me the way in
Aw f*ck, I'm dreaming again, shucks
I split the clam, bottoms up, Amen
Hope the pearl's as good as it looks
Call me if you need a little crook in your nook
Shit, Jekyll's calling for some input
Time to split the mic into the hook

I can't even cry sometimes
I can't even ease my mind away
I can't even dream sometimes
Life in my eyes been slipping away

Imagine these flows in a jam
Mulberry trees fall but blood is denser than land
Boysenberries black but, poison-berries grew to kill man
Cut off the one-way, varicose, you'd be screaming dam
Yelling, timber, while you stand beside the
Dam, was that easier to understand?
These beavers circling around like a meteor's bout to land
This cleaver's hungry for the taste of meat
With the slight of hand, I swing to make you obsolete
Damn
What's a gun to a god?
What's a scam to a fraud?
Quite the same as me if I scream Alhamdulillah
Pray, Emitofo I sing songs to Buddha
Ears hang low from the weight of moolah
Now I wobble to and fro, tie the bow with Mulan
Pants hang lower, either semi or a 9
I'm just playin I ain't even saying shit
Hand the microphone back the mundane bitch
See me, better Hyde quick

Give a f*ck if you breathe fire, I'm here out-Smoking the Bear
Give a f*ck if you care, I'm honing my craft
Bare minimum balancing myself, my health, my welfare
Well, fairytales remain dreams
Never to be seen where the light shines
Since the mirror's closer than it seems
Pushing through seams of reality and what I perceive
Laminar flow breezes through the air that I breathe

I'm not God, I'm not Frank, not Moses, I'm not Nick
Not posing I'm just riding the slow motion waves, hoping
That I live to see the grand omen
When the universe decides to keep her legs open
This little Taiwanese boy full of joy is only half of what you see
But underneath, he's holding years of unspoken pain
Seething through the teeth of what he's saying
I hope they pray for me

For this pressure is a mean coffin
Soon enough I'll pressurise until a diamond blossoms
Soon enough I'll realise the taste of death upon my tongue is just the Devil crossing
Soon enough I'll have no options
F*ck that, I'll double back, murder my second half
Live a second life, pray to poltergeists, bleed my lungs dry
F*ck the second life, hang myself, then revive until I'm satisfied
Run on sentences until the end of time
Run on tangents til I run out of lines
What the f*ck am I alive for?
Only answer to the question is to die for
Only answer to the question is to die first

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