State of Mine I

The writings on the wall
My destiny is on the deck of cards
That i was dealt when i was gambling with my life
Two dice, 7 vices and a tool
Played poker with the devil and I lost twice
I'm going for the third
Thats the charm but i aint tryna hit no lucky shots
I'm aiming for the jugular
Juggle weight in the jungle due to make a living
Or make a killin'
Either way its dead or stuck in prison
4 walls have never trapped my vision 'pree my mental state
Its drenched in darkness
Heartless thoughts I slept regardless
Heart got thorns, I'm (uh)
Crowned of course with migraines
Countless talks with mindframe
A pound for my thoughts? I'll pen for a pound of your flesh
I'll write to my death, or yours
I'll probably die first, due to piss a group of niggas tryna fly first

Rap like a school shooter, black bomber, cracked in
Excellence it glistens off my black skin
Never tapped out blud im tapped in
I tap once, trauma to your brain blud its taxing
Rap like I'm mad at the world, I'm mad at myself
'Cah im pulling punches next swing im pulling out of orbit
Bored of gravity, so maybe I wont land
I'll shoot for the stars and shell it out when i slug it -
'Nuff of metaphors
Man I let my mother down, so I'm tryna be a rap legend
Never celebrated, change my date of birth to when I make it
Then I'm poppin' semis in the air until the skyfall
And bond with nymphos, tryna beat some other personal records
For now I simmer in darkness cleverly classed as under radars
I'm swimming in cesspools full of dead rappers
And carpools with armed kids that hate life
So they'll take yours, so they'll take yours

Blud I got a bone to pick I'm takin one from out his closet
Plenty skeletons so Imma spoil myself
Never like the chat unless I talk to self
Or it's monetary, every little helps
Bruddas dripped in fendi and your boys in felts
Who am I to speak?
Just a brudda gripping metal by his teeth
While draggin' rappers by thier feet
Small fish act bad on the net
Till they're caught, battered and fried up
Left tattered and left to side
You'll tap dance to the sound of this nine
A Murderous riddim don't matter whos with him
I'll bin him, been a monster, Killer monger

Ain't dropped a tune in 5 months my mind just hadn't gone clear
But I was still at work the booth I promise I was there
Tryna make a sense of life a dollar couldn't spare
Took a dare stared the eyes of the devil till it appeared
3 lines of coke same as the dope I spit easily
I never needed credit for my cadence leave it there
The rest just can't agree to me I'm horrid
Corn in your porridge you're laid bare
Hole in your stomach I made there
Forgive the violent imagery
Its seems that hood esates just thrive of drug abuse and hustlin'
Nothing's ever new to me
Like these dickhead rappers thinking they compare to me
No one could pair with me
My flow can separate a pear to couple pieces
Isn't fair I know it
Chew before you swallow it
Bro got caught inside the whip with one with all the hollows in
Fire in the hose but there's water in the bowls they whip
White circulation trials and tribulations, get the gist
Been involved in shit that he cant even tell his therapist
Mental health is not an issue you'll be sharing with your kids
Unless its hidden in his genes
And i ain't talking bout a Smith & Wesson
Juvenile detention freed him up, still ain't learn a lesson
And he done it twice, it's always for the cheddar
Never for the music, fam or friends he'll probably roll a dice
Got his bruddas under land like that fella allardyce
Played the team and lost his life just tryna make 'em pay the price
With some petty change if you could make it rain, you'd feel the same
Stepping thru the raindrops in the alleyway of pain
Where demons come alive in spite of all the bread you gained
Turns out it's just crumbs compared to what the demons crave