Getting Late

Ah shit man
It's Getting Late

I just want to find my peace
Write bars that define my grief
Quit asking me why I bleed
I'm hardly trying to be fighting G
This life ain't me so I might concede
It's too damn late for the bullshit
I end up in a rage and I lose it
Thinking how can I make do
With the fact I live but there's no improvement
Trying desperately to change something like NF
The way I hate myself is something that I just detest
But we can't really change the world so I think at best
I can try and change the way I'm thinking and define my stress
Try my best, do what I can
Make my bed, root for the fam
Might get fed who knows the plan
I feel the weight of the world on my hands
Do I seem mad? That ain't the case
I'm just sad that we can't win the race
Life is a trip, we ask for change
Then step into a void of pain
Ye we could influence the masses positively
Or maybe we could do some tabs of acid swallow quickly
The devil's perching on my shoulder though he tries to get me
I do what I can to make him stop me thinking thoughts so deadly

What's going on? I don't know. Keep working

I just want to write in peace
Fuck this life, always deep
Bust out rhymes, till i can't breathe
I try find, what I can't reach
Though i know I never been perfect
Im levelling up as i work it
You can tell that my brain it hurts but it
Feels when i'm most in pain i deserve it
I've earned it bruv
Through the choices i made it hurt to love
When the void it came it turned to dust
Every thought in my brain it forced in the pain till it shut
It's getting late man so i better pull the curtain
Too many reasons for my bleeding why my mind is hurting
You can relate, cos I give heart
Feel this pain, when i spit bars
Told you the games all fake it's a laugh
So why do i keep playing in the dark?
This one's out to the ones with their palms all sweating
While the rest look all calm and rested
But look deeper the truth it might be beat where your vest is
Can't fake beats in the chest get
Deep in distress when I preach never less than my best on a beat
And I stress what I see but I won't let stress get the better of me
It's getting late man I feel i'm running out of time
I should really make the changes that could help my mind
Try and engage, try and make p's too
Try and be sane, try and make leaps
Through hoops for the ones with a heart
And step with my shoes on the ones who are dark
But wait that might be me
So I can't be seen as an evil being
Or I might flip turn into a heathen
So I better quick put aside my feelings
It's hardly a game though i'm playing how i need to
And i gotta make sure that i reach the
Peak of what i need to
Be before i get buried in deeper
It's getting late man so I better finish off
I'll leave the booth but before I do i'll light the spot
Never-mind being so lyrically hot
I'm sticking to your drop like picking up a shot
Been living till I rot trying to give it what I got
But i'm feeling like a villain when I get up out the box
Try and tell me not to get them with the truthful bars
But i can't live if I use this mask
If it's a game, then i'ma keep playing it my way
Till I might flip in the mind frame
Always fighting pain though we try hit change
We alight in flames like a type of rage that could only
Be explained by the teflon we got stuck in our veins
Nevermind the world and how it's all put together
It's clear to see that i'm depleted and my mind is fed up
I know I want to make a change but also when I get up
I'll be desperately just trying to make it through this stormy weather