[Verse 1: MAMBA]

Welcome to the dark side

Says my mind when sometimes

The thoughts inside me become so shady

I can barely tell what happens

Shit is crazy as hell

I find it difficult to express myself

You know that kind of feelings you instinctively understand

But can't explain

It's weird to be a talkative and then

Experience periodically moments when

I can't even squeeze a single a bar outta my pen

But D-E-F ma my homie says

Creativity is instrinsic to the person

And not just triggered up by various drugs

Tryna spit bars like it's slugs

And cough sick rhymes up

To murder this dope beat

Like i slaughtered a foe this

Night in a dream

Homie turned into a cig

And mama still convinced that the key to relax consists, indeed

In getting some sleep

So she should go beg my demons

Cause it seems i got no strength to defeat em

Otherwise i may loose my breath

Right on my bed and find death

In my next nightmare (x3)

Laying in my daily temporary casket

Under my blanket, i should be sleeping

But i'm trippin over some awful visions

Courtesy of my fucking demons

My soul is restless, tormented

A boat amidst of a tempest

Love that exempts no one loved from loving in return

Fuck you screw you and you hoeass mum

The damn dart hurts

A real pain in the arse

Drew out an odd me

I'm sure this is not me, homie, trust me

At times i'm close to fold

And turn back to the old me cause every thing is bullshit

[Verse 2: MAMBA]

I got serious trust issues

I don't trust no one

I can't pretend like my friends have never let me down before

Neglected, i reflected on what often occurs

And realized that being ignored, right at the core of my talk

Is subconscious but not fortuitous at all

I don't trust her love

But for the sake of that i had undergone hella lot

My mind keeps telling me that she might act like hov

But i ain't Beyoncé

Cheat on me and see me no more

And if i had a second thought

I wish to reminisce what i had sworn in this bars

I don't trust this world

Connected more and more

But to be real we still way afar from each other

We will never stop the slaughter

Till we build walls of preconception on a basement of ignorance Instead of seeing our neighbours as our brothers

I said i don't trust no one

I said i don't trust her love

I said i don't trust this world

I can only trust my mum

Beauty, loyalty and purity at its highest form

[Outro: MAMBA]

I'm beginnig to sense the fact underneath

Is that i don't really trust myself

Missprint

An Odd Me

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