The merriment of others had me fucking salivating

Case and point being that joy was so close that I can taste it

Call me Pavlov, dog. I tried to pass along the missing link

But failed for I fell victim to his classical conditioning

Recently I feel my foot is stuck in a bear trap where I gnawed my paw off for freedom out of despair that if the hunters come and find me, they will harvest my guts

Now I have phantom limb syndrome after giving out trust

It's just another lonely day at the races

Where I shout until I'm hoarse into a mic with no cables

To the light with those angels where the tunnel-visions painful

And the focus won't break on this child whose gone wayward

And we have gangster rap to thank for that. Been damned since the days I was playing in pampers

Leaving chance to dice rolls, When I shake them, get amped up

And with patience I don't have none like sway with answers

It goes ring around the Rosie. Pocket full of pose. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

I got beaucoup trust issues and a flask for love

But listen and drink it in before you're quick to pass judgement

Begrudgingly I aim toward satisfaction if it kills me

Under molten rocks I've lifted to find emptiness a plenty

Then a friend told me that my rain cloud is temporary

For her words are my preserver which float me above the cemetery

Moonwalk past contemporaries without waving

Paving ways to use for later exclusively as a save point

Esteem redeems drawbacks so long that it is high enough

Dreams where teeth fall out leave cold sweats when eyes are shut

Minor scuffle or a war. Be mindful what you're fighting for

The spectrum begs the question "is the altercation affordable?"

Battle price tags can vary though they may not seem it

What you came in with likely won't be what you will leave with