My conscious is often a blur of words. Obnoxious, I wish I loften above the nerds. But the turds of the Earth since birth been chosen. As the real ones, feel us, we the rose in. The concrete, on meet we sound combative. Part of a heart that start with pressure massive. Since a fresher passive childhood that ain’t wild good. But still better than this kill getter mentality. We live in, we givin’ the recipes to the bad chefs. Best of these breaths I use I choose to lose. In the moment, bestowment to the most high. I boast thy wizardy and feel for real lizardy. Cold blooded, full studded in sin man. A win can only keep you so far from lonely. Wake up and make up that fact I feel aight. At backed reflection, real right need a correction. I’m seeking to be truly the best, fool we the rest. Not even there, I heave a share tryna make it. I fake it, I’ll be honest, c’mon this is pathetic. I seem to dream nightmares, them fright scared magnetic. My actual factual nightmares is I die. Fry sky high in hell, I sin well. Cause heaven or hell on earth, well is it worth. Finding out, I’m minding clout and losing, this shit I’m oozing.