Waiting more than a minute to fix my brain in all of the wreckage changing all the bad habits focus on yourself regardless I don’t like who I been I don’t like where I’m going Ain’t no time to be thinking just keep moving more dangerous and no time to be catching breathe see the slim reaper with his scythe ain’t no dying tonight Aint no monologue switch the script it seems don’t see no path I just see my death rapping makes me feel alive take my worries takes my siges this is what god thought was right sending all the signs put the words up on the beat ain’t no defeat ain’t no sleep be helping feel the same since I went to bed, I think about good yet it’s weighed down by all the bad, stuck in my head about some random thought about a thot my life is knotting decomposing dirty with no soap yet I’m scrubbing all grudge from what this life we sit and moap or maybe drink our livers dirty another 30 rack bought and drank, another handle some vodka wake up feel like shit and smell like dank, ain’t no money coming in just depression in the bottle, ain’t no vision hope or love consumes just too much to topple. Crumbling