Sketchpad (The Reality Escape)

Somehow by miracle of God
I survived to give all you a song
Mental health not the sharpest
But bars the hardest to harvest
One disorder could distort this
Portion of organism, morphed by torment
Effects of that - their odd vocal
Alienating all non-locals
That scourge brought a whore to her knees
Unable to reach their fellow man
Ducked everything avoidant to flee
But it also toyed with his dreams
He imagined entire dimensions
Beauty to inspire invention
Alas, hamartia gleaming
She could not share that secret

What I really wanna talk about is Asperger's
And Asperger's for me is not one of those subjects that is easy for me to talk about
For me, Asperger's is something that has always been something that I've had to deal with
It's something I don't like to talk about
I don't like talking about Asperger's, and I think I have every right to feel this way, because uh.
I don't wanna be judged on something that some might view as a flaw
I wanna be judged for me...
I specifically want to talk about paranoia in the Asperger's mind
Now, certainly not all adults with Asperger's or high-functioning autism have tendencies towards paranoia
And even those who do have varying degrees of paranoia

Reality escape -scape, -scape
Reality escape -scape, -scape
The wrath is tasting grape, grape, grape
Reality escape -scape, -scape

The autism spectrum got titled on its fulcrum
The first draft got burned fast, they didn't think its wholesome
Murk plugin spray vocals
Great omens get tainted and stay broken
I pray when I pry that your mind stay open
My beats become car bombs in Range Rovers
Used to stare down an inbox of mixed opinion
It got a nigga wincing
Just talk bout kiddy spitting
How I'm not cut out for this shit
I kept pushing when you pushed me
1,000 twats at home saying your style is monotone makes you doubt your rhymes and flows
Until you give they necks a good squeeze
Good dreams
I need an excuse to grab the Vipertek
On hyper flex
I'll leak all your juice til you down to bile
Flesh
Ate up the bhujia, there's only raita left
Hate when that boujee shit wan' provide me stress
I'm taking this goonie shit to its highest max
You niggas be goofy, ain't even kinda Max
Your triggers still gluey, I laid all kinds of traps
Boy gimme the loot cuz I done B-I-G rap
I'm taking a cruiser ship to Orion's ass

Escape -scape, -scape, -scape
Reality escape -scape, -scape, -scape
The wrath is tasting grape, grape, grape, grape
Reality escape -scape, -scape, -scape

But I think today I had a breakthrough
An epiphany occured to me
And I wrote a little poem about it
And it goes like this



Credits
Writer(s): Savan Depaul
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