Know these sinnas tryna drag me back into abysses drag from rags to riches

Been the active task n’ mission

Fold n’ quittin ain’t gon’ happen no mo’ nappin in the trenches cracked the glass

And tipped the optimism trapped within it

Sowin fact to stow fictitious acts into the prison cloaked in masks to mask the

Prison lift the dread to shift commitment

Grown to madness growin distant from the rats and messes masterin the craft I

Been arisen from the dead to livin

Death to the excessive stress cess n’ incessant sinnin

Let obsessions rest whеn caressed by oppressivе wishes

Vent my lesson to lessen an essence often trippin

Vested in mendin a depressive imprint…