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Listen, I'm drawing a vision I'm missing a lot of the picture You witness the flaws in depiction We're different, the logic of friction and laws of physics As prophetic a proposition as optimism Not realistic, I'm authentic, but I'm being a little less positive The feeling of failing is fairly healing and ailing You're barely even availing, I'm guaranteed to prevail Show bare teeth, and you grit 'em Impaired peace, and you hit 'em Flare up with kerosene, and it's liquid, so we see the barrel's seems getting ripped Sometimes we cherish evil, paint the steeple Heinous people buy the paint and provide the payment Think about it night and day We try to refrain, but we're biased beings We think and we are, so we're being biased Breeding violence or seething silence Smoke and drink our time away Wishing we had more time to think Nightmares say we'll die today, try to survive And hide away in plain sight And fry our brains with light rays or microwaves Eyes are wasted on price labels and cyber sales Better to violate, but I can speak for myself Keeping it mellow 'cause I see that it helps receive what I'm telling But act on it, seriously act on it Don't hear it half-hearted Because for life, I'd rather have a much greater impact on it Than use my mind for max profit Either fight for your tax dollars or pay 'em and don't say jack squat Am I a liar or creative, huh? When I'm down I always make it up Lost speed, I made it up; my mind, they made it up My words: they came from a long time ago, are they really mine? Our vernacular creates the threshold for thought See me trying to promote Orwell Don't think of it as folklore Think of it as a bold aura resonated through vocal chords All that I can hope for And don't put it in joke form, less impressive post mortem Be watchful of your cohorts in close quarters, that's ghost stories I'm more susceptible to change Down to the decimal, the same, like I'm on a metronome, I stay 'Cause I know that I'm separable It's different levels, it's the decibels Don't feel accepted, my confession... But it makes me better, I'm exceptional I try to get the most Don't try to get the better, especially when you're unfriendly 'Cause I'm stubborn and we kill off correctional Not a threat, it's a metaphor When I said my mind is a cell It's because I'm tryna think and I feel like my peasant skull's too small for my head Doesn't represent me well Probably does, life is full of symbols, icons, and variables with functions I carry the most luggage It's area codes, I'm convinced I'm a very verbose one You ain't gonna find fulfillment in the drinking of wine to heal it Or drinking the wine of cellars That belong to the kind of felons Who equalize and overcorrect in the blink of an eye And I wouldn't criticize, and I don't 'Cause I've been tryna think in the mind of a villain In my search for understanding, I'm a 'person' and a 'man' Being hurt, but it's secondhand And it's worse, being witnessed firsthand Weren't gonna let it manifest Working against it, and it gets burst in its bubble Anapest when it returns and it's back tri-fold Tri-fold, never ever trifled When I bless a microphone, I just get in my zone When you step in your 'booth,' hold yourself liable Set aside regrets and you'll excel at high goals Listen, I'm not tripping. never said I was on a mission Not strict, but I got a grip like a boa constrictor twisting Hope nobody got it twisted, I'm quickest to get offended I turn to the mortician, I'm serving a course, I dish it Furthermore, gotta figure when you've heard it before That it is for certain important Don't need a search warrant to visit it Performance, prepare for 'em, turf war with word mortars Could've sworn, no curse, wore a smirk, spin it in reversed order Smoke and drink our time away Wishing we had more time to think Nightmares say we'll die today Try to survive and hide away Heinous people create the evil And pay the weak to build, repaint and praise the steeple I praise the genius, and break the streak too 'Cause they would do the same to me, too Thinking they wouldn't do the same to me too I think in the mind of the villain; I'd do the same to me too I think it ain't really true, but I know it way too deep To argue with it, better optimism than permanent drawn expression Search for understanding, I'm a 'person' and a 'man' Being hurt, but it's secondhand And it's worse, being witnessed firsthand Weren't gonna let it manifest Working against it, and it gets burst in its bubble Anapest when it returns and it's back tri-fold (Tri-fold, never-tri-fold, never) Tri-fold, never ever trifled When I bless a microphone, I just get in my zone When you step in your 'booth,' hold yourself liable Set aside regrets and you'll excel at high goals Nothing but time in an hour glass, implies there's a lot of it Often it's the contrary; it was allowed, and you allotted it All of it, gone in a moment, seems impossible Pause an instant to reflect: Odd it doesn't add up, sum up, chalk up None of the above I tell lies with truth in 'em Stories with incongruities to emphasize the scrutiny in normalcy Brilliance in simplicity, I don't trust you're listening Listen, I'm drawing a vision I'm missing a lot of the picture You witness the flaws in depiction We're different, the logic of friction and laws of physics As prophetic a proposition as optimism Not realistic, I'm authentic, but I'm being a little less positive The feeling of failing is fairly healing and ailing You're barely even availing, I'm guaranteed to prevail Show bare teeth, and you grit 'em Impaired peace, and you hit 'em Flare up with kerosene, and it's liquid, so we see the barrel's seems getting ripped