Stumpling

Roll through like a fog in a graveyard
Toldja dude you won't get far just from prayin' hard
Holding true multiplied by the base bard
Shake a spear at the hate farms
Roll the dice this life is twenty-sided
Slice through muddy eyed kids
Pie face but they hide picks
Slide in porcupine-ish shit, gotta pry out them sticks
Heard a cry out in the night, it was mid
Middling blips on the radar keeping him
On top of his shit watch
Piddling kids pop up like crops gotta sharpen the scythe on the stick
Swipe right laid plenty pipe in the days gone by
Now he's hype with a ring
Typing up dreams, finding 'em
Light work in the limelight or a dark knight
Like a fistfight in a suit too tight in the fit
Three piece clean or raggedy patches
He's batshit nitrogen blasted
A Sayon, DBZ
I could say y'all craft is some catshit
I'm actually gagging
Sheep bleat themes
To many to count now I'm zoning out
You said you're bored by the rhyme ripping mouth
Well I'm bored by the thoughtless chasing of clout
OK self centered but searching for
Sentiments of solidarity
Trying to enter with positive energy
Like the feeling you get from a door that's never been slammed before
I've stammered more than once jammed my thumb a dunce
With a hammer tearing off the paper cap and run
From one corner to the next with a camera
Snapping still frames in half for fun
Was a bum and rat king wearin' a crown o' sticks
Now I'm a stump with a sapling growing out of it
Be the change that you see in the mirror
See the days roll by eyesight won't get clearer
So clear the head put to bed all the wrong
And find the right way to be weirder