Synesthesia Freestyle

Yeah
Glass Bullet Sound Company
I'm going to take my time
I'm taking my time these days
Look, it's my synesthesia

Thoughts racing as I'm sitting there in handcuffs in 2016
A few months into reaching for my New York dream
Blood stains all on the floor of the cell near other inmates
Bailed out a few hours later, ran up to get drinks
Oh, ok, let's go there
With white collar bosses sniffing like mohair
Allergies
Cocaine bumps while counting cheese
As the techno blares
On the dance floor thinking will this place leave my soul dead out here
But my cash drawer bulky, so I see's no red out here
In my ledger
But there's storms to weather
So this my first taste of the rotten apple?
Doing dirt then pollution get at you?
Grooving and getting
With the wrong women
Racking mistakes up
Thinking about your A-cups
And them curves when you'd sit on top
Get on top
Anything to get your mouth to stop
Fairytales, they don't last forever
Peter Pan hit the embargo
How low the bar go?
Magic smuggled in all that cargo
Get confiscated
And tax man saying you owe payments
That's facts, ma'am, final destination
Risks all on the time line, and the tick of the clock
Chasing money to throw at problems so the thinking would stop

And the pain going to cease?
Can I purchase relief?
Got to be patient with the process and learn from defeat
You see them boys ain't like me
They ain't got bloody feet
No, no
No, no
There's a lot of angst with a cocktail of diagnoses like mine
I can't help but ponder all the pitfalls in my design
Trying to stabilize
The craft with bipolar is hard
I'm questioning every feeling and every scar
But cancer has been the time bomb
Could use a guardian angel to cut the wires
And find all the grenades they need to dive on
Maybe a combo of inner demons and flawed genetics?
Would I have been better if this dream, I just let it
Go and forget it?
Will my health bar replenish?
Or should I take the game, reset it
And build a new character?
Go amateur
On a new path and new life
Waking up every night
Seeing the gun barrel
Full of ammo
So I throw on my sandals and I walk the high way
If I die
Ay, at least I did it my way
Word to Frankie blue eyes
I'm seeing the world with new eyes
Like, mother fucker, I'm him

Mother fucker, I'm him
And I'll never pretend
Been thorough since like seven years
Mother fuckers know I've been where they never near
Flash backs to playing tough guy with shots of Everclear
Had the juice then, it ain't change, I'm still special here
Just a bit banged up
Change my wires up
Forever fired up
Getting up might be tough
The ninth wave carried me off into the water
And I thought about dying
Thought about not trying
I thought about not swimming
I've thought about life ending
These days it's mind bending
So the curves on the coupe on the neon lit up road
Will my songs make my synesthesia flows overload?
And my mind drift as the whip drift as my dame grabs the wheel
Roll the dice, another round and ante up the deal
Continue to peel
Back the layers
Gambling with the players
Butterfly bullet wounds for every hater
Mother fucker