Outpatient

I got this ambition, the clock hands ticking
Quick sand sticking everywhere you stand, can't quit
When feeling cold
The damn kitchen heating the canvas
Need a second to brandish my mission to land in it
When it's said and done, want a hell of a run
Never run out of breath
Yell like I have an elephant lung (yes sir)
Make this music
Maybe sell it for tons
Put it eloquent, might as well if it funds
Relevant once, gone
In a moment
Can't even hold it
Playing Russian Roulette with the clip loaded (hey)
I see the world
Have that shit noted
left a footprint, hope it exploded and I didn't notice
Can I, get a wave from the back of the crowd
You're the forerunner now, respect to you for stacking the house
I represent the moment happening now
After that, it's light out
No more enacting it out
Used to really not understand it, man when Manic was out
Then turned to Radar but fell off it
Caught up planning it out
Life is really what you make it
What am I doing but taking
Every risk in pursing giving the whole planet it's route
I've been needing this like it's medicine
my 9 to 5 has left me at a 4 out of 10 again
Why do I let it get the better of me?
Where's the competitor headed for betterment
instead of steady treading steadfast in the sediment?
Every letter entered getting better and better
Lines aging like fine wine, ever elegant, never
forget where I started, who I was
What I invented
Any meaning embedded
Any dead end endeavor
I am here to stay, even if I'm outdated
The amount of clout about who's out is outrageous
Lower my pitch, while I shout "Faded" and outtake it
Tape it, take it venues downtown I'll be famous
I got this ambition
Don't want to be sandwiched in
Pigeon-held, I'm seeking a transition
The damn dishes are piled in the sink
In abandonment
But I don't lift them as if I have both hands missing
When it's said and done, want a hell of a run
Elevated on a cloud or maybe dwelling in one
Make hits
Get a story to tell when I'm one on one with my creator of
How I fell in the sun
I am fire in a lukewarm setting a true form
Art that brewed war by feuding in booths too worn
Most of it too edgy
Like two swords or crying like newborns
I'm too far away to scorn
but I can never quit
I'm only letting myself down
I cruise the city at night, the only time it's itself now
Stay with me
I'm either having a meltdown
Or the world is upside down, hoarding the wealth down
In the sky
Might as well try to fly
Be a King Midas alive if I defy
Hail when I arrive or not
I was there driving by
My voice you heard, surprise surprise
Sound maniacal by design cause my sunrise won't last
You can never learn what you don't ask
Not a crumb in the path
No way to go back
This is a notepad of punches I won't hold back
A levy to slow crack
Wished I had known that
It could be so fast
A light switch
It could be like this, toggled off at a slight twitch
I was here to stay, even though I'm outdated
Made it count, shouted hours without about facing
Analytical and critical
Pivotal now
Not a thought of doubt racing through my mind till I'm an outpatient.

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