Sick as fuck cuz people fuckin play me treat me like a dog

Sit in mud jus’ feeble fuckin praying with the faith in God

Reinvest that process cuz I lose it from the constant

Vessel feelin haunted fuckin lucid tryna pick a pocket

Settled trying twist the lock a locksmith in my casket

Trickster like Houdini see me raise from dead like Lazarus

Meddled with the signing of my soul was sold and trafficked

Visitor who weening off the chains fuckin settled in

Mastered this repugnancy and used it for soliloquies

Chapter of my eulogy for I when I have ceased to breathe

Rest in peace the ego deadened rest of me a lethal essence

Kept in kennels crept decrepit with a thoughtful message

Dead the me that left from fetal desolation dressed a carcass

Marchin to the spawn of a beat that offered a lessened harvest

Lessons shaped the artist conjure like a mage to spray the arson

Torn between a fuckin chapter maybe more than that a sequel

Lured to see me after vices shaped the fuckin prequel

Dropped as innocent, sought God’s deliverance

Shot off the sentences, stopped drawn to tentative

Thoughts bombed and deadenin, off all the heaven sent…