Dark Dreams

As you may hear I got a problem with eating Don't mean to dwell, it seems I keep on repeating So much more to tell, alright, I dreamed last evening Alright, let's go. I was writing a rap song of myself While all the time denying my declining mental health Harder to ignore when you pass out opening a door People asking you what the fuck you do that for? (Pan left? Forgot to take my medication, more up in the sock drawer Having weird dreams since I started the shit Woke up on a private island, jet lagged as shit Not a soul in sight Or Wilson to share my plight Wind sand and stars Might as well be on Mars Pistol on my right Life's full of hard choices, right? Been lucky, though, never booked at Sheppard Pratt I'm fine, just let me go in there and rap Yeah I'm an old soul, still angsty as fuck This shit self care cause all my therapists suck Too much to unwind to get close to clearing my mind Holding this weight til I got fusion in my spine Trying to pull my head out the sky to centerstage But if life's a book, I'm just flicking through the pages On an unsuccessful hunt for any saving graces Girls with mental illness all that pique my interest (feel this) Getting used to saying it's never been us On days when I can't write, I can't get right Stuck in a cave, labyrinth with no light Powerless, trapped, finding out i can't fight afterall Feel like going and popping some fucking Adderall Write ten fucking songs I can't even rap at all Ball at the mall, like Forever in the stall Gabriel stalling on coming on down Sprinkle me with angel dust, light up my frown E pluribus unum, in god I trust We eat a last brunch of Cinnamon Toast Crunch Wake up, floor covered in yesterday's lunch If Mac taught me one thing, don't fuck with the dust So fuck a fake god, in pipe dreams I trust Trust we all knew a few who left to soon Careful those dark dreams don't get you too