Abyss

Yo I'm the
Last pick of the litter, wilding like Kanye tidda
Mixing the pain and the purpose to paint the perfect picture
Stomping on eggshells, earfquakin Miyagi prefecture
Spit like a scholar, honeys holler when they hear the lecture
My skin stay glossing, never flossing, like Rondo in Boston
Tall as a tower, the independent power, like Im Austin
Mind full of mist like an abyss, the place I get lost in
This worlds a doozie, got me woozy, drunk off the endorphins
never stress free, but my momma still bless me with prayers
Trading my time for this paper to wipe away her tears
Rescue her inner child and help her overcome her fears
Repay her for those sleepless nights, working without them chairs
On the late night tip, slave till the sun come up
Scared as hell, praying ain't no nigga rough you up
I ain't no killer, but push me I'll have the toaster tucked
Fuck with my momma, then it's drama, and you're outta luck

Seen a lot of shit that's left a nigga traumatised
Haunted by the time I saw tears in my mommas eyes
To ease the pain I made some beats and tried to harmonise
Man life is hard just like some 3 day old McDonald's fries
Seen a lot of shit that's left a nigga traumatised
Haunted by the time I saw tears in my mommas eyes
To ease the pain I made some beats and tried to harmonise
Man life is hard just like some 3 day old McDonald's fries

Stuck in my ways, world in disarray like Issa Rae
Feels like a flambé, up in flames lit by Bobby Flay
Overtly conflicted, I need to leave but rather stay
It's magnified masochism, pleasure in the pain
And as the world spins and spins, I'm stocking up on sins
Ain't no vendetta just a curse due my next of kin
Young potent poet indigestible so they just skim
Watered down truth, rebranded as a catchy hymn
A caged bird, but it's a hefty price to make me sing
Cover my scars with these bars, Bill Russel with rings
No lucky charm, but for the rabbits foot I tote a sling
It bugs me every time, addiction to these earthly things
Brainwashed by the trends, and just for clout pretend
Risking our peace of mind for fame, but it don't make so cents
Consciously hurting those we love cuz we can make amends
Taking shit for granted, but still fear that it's gone end

Seen a lot of shit that's left a nigga traumatised
Haunted by the time I saw tears in my mommas eyes
To ease the pain I made some beats and tried to harmonise
Man life is hard just like some 3 day old McDonald's fries
Seen a lot of shit that's left a nigga traumatised
Haunted by the time I saw tears in my mommas eyes
To ease the pain I made some beats and tried to harmonise
Man life is hard just like some 3 day old McDonald's fries