Imposter Syndrome (INTERLUDE)

I feel so confused
I got dudes blowing bugles when I enter the room
When I sever letters with intent to render ya useless
Like staring at the seventh head of any Medusa
It's a view to which I ain't been used to it's
Chewing through wills it's diminishing gifts with
A simplistic sense of getting anywhere airing rhetoric to snares
Like fuck I'm outta here like

Fuck I'm outta here
I feel like an imposter robbing the mic air
The lights here are like nightmares I reside in
For ninety-nine percent of my life I'm trying to find
Anyone to confide in
Driving the mind and brain insane trying to tame
The raging thoughts caged here in the writing
It's breaking me lately, taking me apart man like nah
I just wanna vibe alone, spark a cone
In this hollow abyss and have the dough
To blow on the missus, fuck as if it isn't so
How it is in this minute man I'm so sick of fucking droning on
So sick of always dropping the ball
So sick of fucking chalking boards
So sick of fucking talking law
But most of all I'm sick of most of y'all



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