Second shot at life so ima keep this shit consistent

Slowly walk the road I got the faith in my persistence

Ain’t no fuckin rush ‘long as my angels in the distance

Waitin for the love I feel that angle has been distant

Messin up a lot from vices replayed in my system

Know these demons plottin on my soul but ain’t shit different

Been this way discussed it for a minute strayed into an image

Littered with sin, knew better but still I stepped in it

Pent up been repressin the pain with scents of euphoria

Formin as I vent but fuckin do not sense the point of it

More or less been a shit show, bored depressed and schizo

Lord I’m pressin to get mo’, mo’ obsessed when the distal

Course gets next to my vessel…

Dormant when the ornament shown a lens with her lips sown

More connected to my own, ‘course this is a spiral

Wakin up next to emptiness…