[Sample: Hook]

Let's separate this

Seems my sentence to sentences is senseless

When my sense is questioned

Ever since I first penned this

Wrote a rap... it's a start...

And made friendships, but this ain't friend-shit

This is solo, so low and your ends wit

Many problems, some things solve them

But sometimes our rhymes create distortion

And it's hard, to write bars at large

When peeps write bars to act hard in charge

What are you on top of?

Throw a stone at stoned drunk rappers doing hip-hop

But my mind-set never changed

That's why I'm still in this box today

Hey, it's just life on reply

It's hard to stay awake with these things that they gave me

[Sample: Hook]

Sometimes I think I've lost it

Lost the plot, lost logic

What's this? Honest

I used to love to write, record this

Now it's a mission, nothing to be applauded

Now I'm sitting in the corner

Call the medics in for some medicine

Begging them for some drink gin or vodka

Bothered, by a life ran by monsters

Feeling suppressed shallow depths of our culture

Vultures, but I ain't looking to be dead soon

So stop hovering round my head in bad moods

Sad dude, crap cartoon

No punch-line here, when needed a lift too

Another level, another place

Nothing left, I'll stay here mate

[Sample: Hook]

Feeling dark like the glass on the van to court

The tint makes devil eyes as the cars pass forth

In no mood to talk, handcuffed as I walk

Suicide watch, lights on, cameras in the cot

Can't sleep, can't eat

Tried to read but lost

No clock, no meaning, conceded to law

Lost in my thoughts

Corner of my eye between bars I see

Not bars in my head

But bars that barred me from being me

Sometimes we escape, become something else

Sometimes we get lost in the image we created

And lose self

I used to think it was about the music

And how we could use it to make a movement

So stupid