The T a N G E N T

Damn, rapping off a tangent again
Looking at them differently I had to manage my friends
Saying slick shit disguised as a jest
Comical remarks
Leaving deep scars on my chest
My heart is as dark as it gets
Never pardoning threats
Playing poker with a joker
Leave a card in his neck
Crosshairs fixated on Who's targeted next
Treasure blown from his mind it was marked with an x

Sad reality
I burn my fears along with calories
Bad at cardio
I keep running from my challenges
Create something out of nothing
I feel a little like a alchemist
They hate what I create they
Look upon me filled with malcontent
Champion sound when I translate the ink
High as a bitch when Pour up the pink
I should not know how bad a body stinks
When it's been three days since the last time it blinked

Mind rambling
Repeat the past like a parakeet
Run the game with a pair of cleats
Set a table when it's time to eat
Inkwell on my plate with a side of beats
Couple raw papers
With some Keif to chief
I got time to breathe
Had to break the window
It was foggy and I had to see
What the world had in store for me
I know it's getting bored of me



Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Wilson
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