Through the eyes of the night

We despise what is right

What is life?

Just a device of reality

Why you wearing a tie?

Dress tight

Homies let loose

And lets ride

Dream lucid

And rest on my chest

And let the past set aside

Yeah

Take some aspirin and fight

Scrap with your life

Just respect the plain sight of a kite

This side of my mind

Might merry a mic

And get buried palming it tight

I want to be ill like a disease that has you lost for hope

The permanent type

I mean I know I'm stern with the rhymes

But this is the intro to the entire rest of my life

Right?

Or

Maybe it's just a lucid dream

Maybe I'm home closing curtains and blinds

Or currently just out of my mind

Am I asking too much when I say mind what I write?

Ugh

I picked out a beat for you to make it clear

I don't need a drum to hit to say what I want in a mirror

Bathroom lights are off though

So what am I doing here?

What am I doing here?

Why's there knocking

I'm out

Like I could even hear

Here's my last souvenir..

Here