yeah Tyman in booth sitting in solitude,body stuck with hollow tubes alone in dark room, knowing what i gotta do Alotta dudes have got the view the way the I oughtaa start a new holed up in the studio, pillow water battle and food I'm a recluse- no company and yo fuck you The rhymes are stumping me and I can't produce A couplet worth two cents for all the time I've spent writing I'm fighting myself mentally,the intense pressure is frightening I approched it fundamentally,grip on the pen tightening Throw it cross the room,fuck I'm fight to see At loss of words,my mind died and I know soon It'll consume me,take my heart thru me If i don't start going in the next five Seconds I'm fuming Look: I'm wrecking myself, surviving cuz somewhere inside me I know I'm right it's just a tension keeps climbing Since the suspension, expulsion, I've been on a ride of emotion I shut my eyes too tight and they had to be pried back open I'm hoping this soaking in feeling ends quickly It's poking and podding and even getting sick of me I'm just nodding to questions,no response or suggestions, And all I want is this aggression to fade cuz it's messing With my thought process, I ought to be dropped shotless Popped by God unless I take it up a few notches I've got this hot mess rocked and unforgotten Slotting myself to battle the world,Ayo I'm never stopping uh I'm stuck in dark places, parked in Hell faithless Well on my way to fucked up, Let's face it My Luck's run dry, cotton mouth i can't taste shit Except for the bitterness and tied tongue l hate this My mind wandered too far I've lost it Escaping into myself has costed the kind Of damage to take myself hostage Brandish the weapon, Already chalked it Full of ammunition,in a position of confusion I'll listen to the voices, losing my mother's I quit making choices I'm toyed with, Getting annoyed with these issues Spitting verses with you in my mind, with two Fists clenches at my side,into pockets they slide Close my mouth, Lock it, At least I know that I tried