Freestylin' on a Migraine

 I need to be impressive

but I need to see the incentive

See just what you want to say

Stress me till im throwin up

test me till im blowin up

bless me like you know the how of why im goin up  

but yall know im goin down

so far down in a lake of fire I find a way to drown

so dark and I can only hear the sound

of the tortured souls

as above so below so its obvious to me duality has got to be the more correct road

when your good you go to heaven?
Shit that dont even make sense

when your good you go to hell cause you gave it all away just to live life alone all tense starin at the world attentively through a crooked lens

make real friends

may sell or steal just to try to make the ends

by that I do mean the rents due first of the month n bull we out by the tenth

at the age of ten livin in a tent

learn how it went

growin up without a friend

I was so so young still I kept my anger up and pent

put it all into my work then go blow it all until I spent every last cent

smoke weed bump bass learn how to vent

either that or go out like a tortured bitch like the world tryna make me super but I am only clark kent

so to be a loveless bastard I am hell bent

its the way its supposed to be look I remember being hell sent

im like an unholy diety its like im omnipotent

omniscient irrelevant

know im a crazy drug addict by my hash flower scent

but you dont know shit im innocent

thats the way the world treats people even if that isnt our intent

so our own lifestyle and language we invent

and our own little nich in society we cower and hide in our own micro societal indent