[Verse]

Then again, it's all a test

Perhaps the reason why this sort sucks is 'cause I'm outta breath

Should've switched the flow that'll make of y'all impressed

And ditch the possibilities of being a dirty trend

For Facebook friends that turn to enemies in the end

It's all a matter of perspective, give or take

Good or bad, cool or hot, in the end I'm just a throwaway

A kin to garbage, trash nigga, slack tide, a memory

Who punches walls and not bags of flesh to escape his own misery

7th grade, I shat myself, became a laughing stock

To all the kids with a tongue for junk food and horrendous health

Flipped a bird on them all, hated humans from that point

Became insecure as fuck, always angry on the inner

Self-destructive, coy as well, in the world of perfection

I might be a distorted image, pixelated

Ugly as they come, a killjoy to happiness

Short-term memory and the rising of the sun

2 years ago, I tried to slit my wrists with a pencil sharpener

Since it failed, I sharpen pencils, bleed on pages with these thoughts

That paint silly lyrics which eventually become the hardest

On and off with being at heart, I don't call myself an artist

Only odd in social situations, always deep in silence

While you talk, I ponder of some ways to make it in the midst

Of my potential being kept in confinement

Jot some sayings, find some rhythm, add some elbow grease into it

Be the holy noise to silence

Uncanny shaman under the influence of his current state in time

Filled with lint, no friends and no deeper meaning of love

Been out of form way before Rhyme Stutters

Shutterworth with the pages, always made them secure

Still, I shut out my worth to people that aren't worth it

Always wrapped in metaphor, past the antiquated raps

Deep in my grasp, into a world where my soul meets the floor

Forever flawed, don't be fooled by the allure

Still need to work on my cadence and how I say these statements

To a people who'll listen on their account

Piss poor flows downloaded per kilobyte

It's what you find in the cloud of sounds, alongside

People who believe this shit is way deeper than 'ayt'