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[intro:]
new chapter challenge was to dig down to the root of me
but too much gloom ensuing is imbuing me with lunacy
this could either be rebirth or my eulogy
duality of man, i fit the example beautifully

[chorus:]
no one around here, feel like the flood coming
n0body’s safe and there ain’t no place to run from it
feel like the flood coming, no one around here
and what i write only fall upon some left ears

[verse 1:]
this a human sacrifice, go on and pop your corks
or treat it like a sport, grab your torch and pitchfork
f+ck off i retort, as i ponder life of other sorts
it’s rough sailing and i own the wharf, floating off course with my throat ho+rs+ from cussing at these closed doors
lungs huffing gross spores, strumming on some cut chords
sit back back and watch my world morph into something i don’t recognize
maybe i used to choose to live a lie, now bli cannot afford
come to grips with the sickness in my pink fissures
maybe futures i picture are too big for my ripped britches
back pedaling across all these burnt bridges
leon, beyond, eons since i fulfilled ambitions
cackling hyena, heartacher, smelling like jamaica
with attitude to make me fall out your f+cking favor
my zone is danger, [ain’t been feeling like myself lately
only see myself daily, carbon wouldn’t even date me ]+(manipulate vocal pitch down, then up, then normal)
blue blooded american, dropping bombs like a terrorist
still ain’t got me a therapist, someone dare me to care again
talk it out in the mirror again
so much fear i can share with him
on this earth i’m an alien hear breaking down like uranium
competition i’m meat cleaving, busy stativa breathing
tryna transport my mind while by body’s confined from leaving
go from bored to annoyed, i’m honey boy to your even stevens
my demons are reaching a pitch much akin with a fever
[ambient sound collage]

beat #2

[verse 2]
mister misfit, lyrically gifted, poetry viscous
socially distant, halfway complicit, in the best tracks you listen
right now my home is a prison
and it got me a little bit twisted
gotta cycle between all these feelings of boredom and fear without going ballistic
hope i can stand the rain, if not i’m sorry new edition
this whole position to my mission is an imposition
thought things were looking up, now they’re just looking distant
so now i’m captive just rehashing all my past decisions
the sadness is a given, when you look at the math
instead of getting livid, you’re getting numb to pass
on thinking about the stricken, or when you seen em last
and you just beg forgiveness but then forget it fast
couple weeks back i met mac in a dream in a dream i had
relaxing and laughing sitting passenger in his black sedan
told him i was a fan and asked if it was worth it
he observed me for a second and answered “one day you’ll understand”
but now i’m losing track of the weeks, the clock’s the enemy
part of a generational depression it seems
but look at the hand we were dealt, please, no wonder we’re addled with grief
already steady drowning in anxiety
how do you stay sane amid a breakdown of society? losing your sobriety?
least i got these boys out here who’d die for me
and to the jobs i applied to, it would be nice if you could hire me
getting tired of feeling so f+ckin uninspired inside me
[chorus]
no one around here, feel like the flood coming
n0body’s safe and there ain’t no place to run from it
feel like the flood coming, no one around here
and what i write only fall upon some left ears

no one around here, feel like the flood coming
n0body’s safe and there ain’t no place to run from it
feel like the flood coming, no one around here
and what i write only fall upon some left ears