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By 4T7

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Droppin' in like a paratroopa

In my shell but I'm still king koopa

Smokin on an L that can stone medusa

Feelin cold as hell, like a fucking rocket booster

Blastin off, speed of light

Mind is all, liquefied

Got a call, from the night

That I ough to get demised

My time line has brought me to here

Livin in a world where no exit is clear

Trapped in a prison of reality's depections

Thats depecting how the system is insisting how you're living

Fine

I'll roll with it

Climb

The totem wit

My

One soul intent

To be the hardest motherfucker gettin' props that he's supposed to get

But the people think im soft, they turn my music off

But you try doin this shit when depression eats your thoughts

Got the cancer of the soul, so low, chains bind

Feelin like I'm Cudi cuz I'm trapped in my mind

Cept my mojo ain't dope, there's a rope around my throat

And a vice on my tongue, can't run my legs un

Der some quick sand and there's pounds upon pounds

Tryna break through that barrier but no one can hear my sounds

Thats just the fact of growin up in Smithtown

Unless you're wearing vineyard vines and boat shoes you're a clown

So fuck all that conformity, High school ain't normalcy

It's an institution that just crushes what you're born to be

Unless you're like the rest, you go and fail a test

But your father pays for college so you don't have any stress

So you go and get smashed, grinding on some sluts ass

Wear a cross on your neck but you ain't never been to mass

Livin in a town thats just full of fucking posers

Rich white neighborhood where no ones ever sober

The parents turn the cheek, sluts tweet on fleek

While all their nudes leak, they seek critiques

Man I just don't get how the "normal" people live

Normal in quotes because they're all fake as shit

Feelin bad for my sister cuz she's in the beginning

In a place where bitches get excited over twinning

Put a hashtag in front and its ready for the gram

200 likes but no one really gives a damn

It's that false confidence that makes the girls think they hot

And flexing in good lighting makes a guy a big shot

Whatever it takes just to get their phone bumping

Whatta disgrace that technology is somethin

That the youth uses as a platform for their ego

Claiming they're social while they talk to faceless people

Fuck all of this shit I don't wanna live within it

But I'm forced to be a witness if I don't agree with it

The way we live is fucked, and I can see it from above

And every time I take a puff I'm told that I don't do enough

Right from the auras of society, negativity is finding me

I feel like people trying me just to get a fucking rise in me

I think I'm mentally fucked up, go on and ask my brothas

You can even ask my lovah, but do not ask my motha

Avoiding interractions, if you're not in my faction

All i know is rapping, but all of ya'll are napping

And that raises the Q, If I'm not approved

By all of these people then what else is there to do?

But that hope just keeps me trying, and it keeps me steady climbing

But sometimes i wanna detach from the ladder and go flying

And I wonder what would happen if I did just that

Would I hit the ground or would I land upon a mat?

Would there be a crowd of people to go catch my back?

Or would nobody be there when my face makes a smack

And as I'm falling would I think about the things I lack?

And how I pushed away the people that I thought were wack

And I never gave a reason cuz treason to my mind doesn't justify a line, but I'm really feelin fine

Livin life like I'm a mime, to the people who don't matter

And if I do not make a mark at least I'll make a splatter