I told myself I'd stop with all the songs about the afterlife but
After time has passed and the facts are right from the back of mine
They passing by, attracted to the past of my backwards life
If passing has a tragedy, happy to show you half of why
This isn't my actual life, but rather my original
I lived and then came back to die, the message is subliminal
Listen it's simple, if you aim for reasons to be criminal
The reason number one is you're gonna die anyway
And then rebirth or maybe live on acid spirit (?)
I'm earing, hearing things, I'm going crazy
I'm content cause I'm not fearing things
Eeri-eeri-eerily feeling really real to me
But what is real anyway?
Can't escape your own reality
How do we tend to promote an idea of our mentality?
About to see the powers that control the way, normality
Bound to be shouted at and spat on why you acting cowardly?
Pout at me, bouta be pounded, quit the spouting out of your eyes
Quit the sobbing and crying doesn't help benefit your life
Throw a fit you finna get sent out and beating out of your mind
How do I escape but could die, but I'd like to live my life
I'm fine with death and dying, I'm trying not to do suicide
I'm not suicidal, it's do or die I mean literal
Liberal conservative I skip it on political, It's all corrupt
I want my primitive senses and visuals
Virtually simulated
Take away my intuition
This the vision
Picture a picture perfect picking fence with the fences lifted
To be too intense for any men to pick it
Picking men to fix it, fiction
Welcome to the norm
Men will do the work and while the women do the porn
I'm not saying that's utopia, I'm saying how it is
But how it should be would be different
Just pick a different fence
Turn of events, we burnin' the fence
The white picked fence is now on fire, are you taking the hint?
The white fences are a metaphor, for real, the dimensions
And this only makes sense, because I'm writing it on acid
Bad kid who smarter than the rest rockin' a bad fit
(?) that's a wrap on the influence of the mad kids
Magic can happen if you give them time to grasp it
I'm rappin, I practice, I grasp it like Patrick
Savages normalized back in the day would ravage
Villages, pillaging anything inside their path
Which would kill a thing or two along the way, it didn't matter
Cause kids were only born to fight in battles, to pass
Like their life wasn't precious, (?) to die, like the ripest of peasants
Who would fight for a presence in the life full of negligence
Pressin' on to be known
Nowadays this is known as clout, it's a drug
It's addicting
It's a big thing
To be getting
Hit things
When I get angry suppress my instinct
Everybody wanna be known, somebody pick me
Give me attention I need to know I'm existing