Over the Head

Still at it
But you still don't believe me huh
The way I'm throwing up raps
Boy got bulimia
How many times I gotta tell the bitch to be cool
It's Pulp Fiction in here
What you keep crying for
I don't know how ya'll don't see it
It's a scam you all just gotta be kidding
Let me jack some light bulb
Or in other words steal the shine
Oooh I gotta bite
Peep what I'm reeling
Shit my future go past the ceiling
Yours is at my hands for the sealing
I chose to express my creativity
You expressed your duplication ability
Think about it
Now direct my shadows
An artist with the pen
What I did lose was my sense of pathos
Got arrested
There goes pathogenesis
Oh I can't smoke no more
But I can get away with the development of an alcoholic
And a chain of burning cigarettes
Ask me it don't make sense
But it make good lyrical sentences
Ash burns on my knuckles from the lack of attention
Scabs now ready to peel thanks to a rising addiction
Here I am sitting thinking
Damn this is what counseling predicted

So hard being confined
With my lines
When I'm reserving my best material
For the right time
Try to keep my sights lined up straight
With this new life that I signed up for
2 Doors available
To choose from
I chose for the chemistry
And made bond
Skip the cell
Cause F-1
50, Or 5-0
10 Years from now
I'll be having them sing my quotes
60 Years from now
My legacy will let me die slow
Everyday from now
I ride slow
So I can enjoy my view
Before I get to where I'm going
Bitch that's the life motto
Terrible with the hooks
But my verses stay vital
My eyes low
From the deep cryo
I been in lately
I'm becoming a higher being lately
60 Something motherfuckers in the room
And not a single one can actually see
What I'm going through
They would never know what to do
Not a single clue
But they got it oh so bad huh
Plenty of excuse