I'm not Rich but I know my lane

I woke up and I feel the same, can't detain the thoughts in my brain i feel insane, in the membrane my prefrontal cortex is in a vortex, it's a process I'm Thoughtless it's a process for every thought that crosses, the losses the pain the shame the blame the strain i remain silent, I'm not the one to get violent I'm Nurturing is my nature getting that paper more like see i you later pockets deeper than crater overreacting shouldn't even matter, it's feeling like I can't speak a sentence good riddance, I'm a man on a mission but no one will listen, all ears and you're bitchin killer in the kitchen not deadly, that's your assumption don't act like I don't know nothing, I grew up different from a small town I know what's about to go down, I'm 37 I ain't getting any younger my mind is stuck call a plumber, here I slumber dollar signs are just a number, I won't Stumble I'll stay humble to the game I'm not Rich but I know my lane,