Repercussions

I ain't living right, how I'm posed to write when I ain't living life?
Plenty left on the table, won't get it tonight
Cadence became stable, you could sense it when I write
Piss on your wounds, I'm adding in salt to injury
Catch me in the 13th hour, you now witnessing wizardry
Fully auto jamming, that's an ill matic
But fuck it I'm still at it, till I make me an illmatic
Deprived myself, feelings, emotions
Admired myself for being devoted
Cut off my own feelings to reduce the hurt
Everytime I hit a ceiling I just make it work
I could prolly write a book
But y'all don't even read
I could prolly land a hook
But y'all ain't worth the plea
I could prolly give u law's
You won't comprehend the light
I could prolly give u bars
You'd just mix it in yo sprite

Rising like Verizon
Eyes on the horizon
Visors, different sizes
Caught in the designers
A professor of prophecy
This shit no analogy
I'm hitting like lottery's
Left em shattered like pottery
Bless, bless thy, thy vision tonight
Stress stress I, rhyme writtens despite
Check check mics, get writhen on sight
Bench press I, might fission the light
Captain America: Civil War, I got division
I done went through it all, with no pots to piss in
I used to creep for nothing, I ain't fear no repercussions
Ducked death so many times that I had the reaper cussing
Although the pen he wrote with meant penny's get to more
On the second night, he left the pen, he lit the store
To get penny's, lift, the pin he strikes accord
He ripped pinny's, split plenty
And Penny hit the floor