#Defective Never been creations design Losing my mind all the time, it's so hard to find At times i walk the line between untimely demise and divine though, i say im fine All i think inside is rise Outta of the ashes of past Instead i just hit the stash Whats goin on in my head Biological wires all mashed together stormy weather got me stuck in depression It wont let up i die inside i fear this time i wont get up Look deep into my eyes, no words, there can be no lies Still depise beguiles the mind Dont try spying the warning signs Its fine I see where i stand in your sight I wish you the best I know youll be alright No to me? it doesnt feel right You and i on different sides of the line But i guess thats just how things line up sometimes You in the left hand, me in the right Know all the time you cross my mind I despise the way we grew Fucking up me and her and you Whats new on planet we all use to fuse four ends of two dollars Trying to rise from financial squalor To big bad bossman baller Just so we can stand a little taller But to me we look smaller My priorities falter Fall short on a cosmic scale Fail to see where i fail, thats where i fail The rebellion within us, it silently quells Will we survive through night? Only time will tell The only thing i can focus on is making another sale I happen to be in construction The irony? The, best, part im at is destruction Read the reading material, so guess now im instructor Dad happens to be the boss, so guess now im a buster You might even say i lack more than a little luster But through thick and thin, he gave it all then, So now im more than a little willing to give back more than a little somethin To the man that made so many mens' luck And if we make a few bucks coming up, forming corporate entities and such Then thats whats up So many grievous mistakes, so much fuckin up So much miscommunication all across nation Why does creation have to be such a destructive process Why we find so hard to function on the road to progress Drowning out the voices got you asking why i talk less I'm needed to make sure we never ever end up jobless Unfortunately, this world revolves around money So many times we're forced to choose between dealing with the monsters in our head and lacking the proper funding They say moneys makes a man act funny But i think, really, its the frontin and stuntin, shelving the self to project an image of somethin else Ego so numbing The ultimate drug keeping us stuck in the ruckus Stressing the body and mind to the point of kicking the bucket Ten i realize all the lies and depise blinding my eyes My obsession with earthly attachment binding my ties In that single solitary moment my mind is un-fryed I've made a lot of mistakes but one thing i do right is hustle I'm 31 on the field, so on that hotdog put mustard No lie, at times i just wish i died with my mother But for all my mistakes, there will never be another...