Let my demons take over, now gonna overthrow them. They’ve distracted me enough, now gonna stay focused. They bug me like locusts, but my brain’s a soldier. As I’ve grown and got older, I’ve realised what I say’s potent. I’m my greatest opponent. Dome holds wars between emotions that advocate different notions, telling me different slogans. Wanna live with more composure. Flows are how I control the emotion ocean I have hold of. That’s why I make poems. Fears are cliffs, standing over me, when I flow, each wave erodes them. They make me stand stiff and frozen, but when I spill skills, flair is solar. Working to change internal culture of pessimism and impotence. Pain won’t take over my persona. Of my destiny, I’m the owner. Chosen not to give goals up ‘cause each poem gets me closer to perfection, but won’t get there. That’s what an asymptote does. That doesn’t make the grind bogus. Not hopeless, got hopes up ‘cause the more I compose stuff, the more I’ll get growth done. Attentive, focus won’t budge. Authentic, speaking soul’s blood. Inventive, ain’t a clone of anyone. Only goal’s to be myself, wealth’s the bonus that would keep me in motion. Introspective, I go alone ‘cause I think the typical road sucks. Rapping’s me, trying to please society puts me in a low slump. I make flows, I don’t go with them. I only trust what’s cogent. Giving up postponement, not gonna waste moments worrying that I won’t cut it, gonna hone what I said I would. Gonna blow up like explosions, make commotion to make the whole game go nuts and make haters faces close shut. Training, I ain’t a coaster, to flow the opposite of “slower” with progressive overload to make proficiency go up. Won’t stay mediocre ‘cause I just show up, flowing from a place inter-polar, showing a load of devotion to getting abilities bolstered. Ambitions won’t be lowered just ‘cause dreams don’t come overnight, keeping mind open. Sometimes, I wanna sulk ‘cause I’ve got problems that take a toll but sulking won’t solve them. Gotta roll with each thrown punch. Sometimes I feel broken, but then strength gets woken. Can’t rely on four leaf clovers. Need drive from dome’s motors. Rhymes, was gonna throw them out, but chose to not fold up. Not gonna give my skull up that acts as brain’s placeholder. I create my own omens. I determine my fate’s closure. That’s it, this flamethrower’s now spoken, game’s over.