It Ain't Raining

They say that is life one big L
I'd Put It On till I sold myself
A Devil's Reject I be expelled
Till I grow big to kill myself
Shame I'll only be get my sales
Capsize in oceans and whale
About what I sea is hell

All I see is peeps that fell
Tripping like LSD prevailed
Tryna get paper when I'm out my shell
Dumping I stay pumped just to excel
What a shame being cocky made me fail
To blow brains

I made an effort to change up my pace
Making hard attacks but faded
Feels like shit I did's in vein

Everytime someone hit play
I know they'll say my format's lame
And I should go track their wav
Feels like I'd collapse tryna gain
Their feedback, it's sounding faint

We've seen that art is paint
No brushing over what I'll lay
On the canvas and can't erase it
Behind the strokes I'm making
No one sees the mask I'm placing
It's why I'm

All I've heard is hurt
From the sheeple not the shepherds
Cuz they're on the lam with their work
Wool over their eyes for sure

Sheer force won't cut it
Why say it sharp for dullards
Who can't fathom getting dusted
And knowing you snapping like Thanos but nothing
Be coming up and they're saying that you're fronting
You can't back yourself up and gotta confront it
They love it, I had to say fuck it and dish out
The pain

Serf it like it's Putin getting to wait
At the table with nukes and he getting to spray
More red than communism ever could make
Or break

But fuck it, I'm laying
With a couple of rounds that are dumped in my brain

Hollow points is all I made
But my caliber is gone away
Getting triggered and I gotta pray
When they run up on me, I oughta stay
Composed I know Mozart fades
When they aren't face to face
When their problems lay their waste
They cause me to push off the blame
Onto others while I'm fazed

Life is art and art is pain
That's why the blues is all I lay
Not brush over the Bob Ross way
Nothing's accidental I play
The game no deviations made

Such a shame
I seen worst people get away
With throwing hooks while I refrain
Like choruses sang at their place
Got beef with their fall from graze
Get stoned like grass there ain't

A point to making lemonade
If the lemons expired today

Out of juice is the best thing
That could someone close to me can say
Can't get a rest if pigs stay
Putting down others like vets came
To insult me the most grave

Won't dig it, so as I gaze
Into the abyss I pray
That my cup runneth over take
A swig til it's half empty make it clear

Ain't pessemistic here
I'm realistic saying I hear
That the end is near