BUILDING BLUEPRINT

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  1. Yeah...
  2. If I'm talkin in circles, there's probably a reason.
  3. You already know.
  4.  
  5. I'm sorry if I'm ramblin, I forgot to take my medicine,
  6. But hey, you already knew that after all.
  7. "And it is not irrelevant that you start takin the right medicine,
  8. But I'm givin you the benefit of the doubt."
  9.  
  10. Now the room spin, mood swings, screws stripped, loose ends,
  11. Too pissed to pretend this blueprint's got a true fix.
  12. Every damn sentence got a double edge to it,
  13. Say I'm "overreactin'"? Motherfucker, prove it.
  14.  
  15. I been boxed in, locked in, thoughts got toxins,
  16. Brain keeps throwin cheap shots like a mosh pit.
  17. Everybody got advice, ain't nobody gotta live it,
  18. Easy to be righteous when you never got the sickness.
  19.  
  20. They hear one bad day, think they figured out the pattern,
  21. Read one damn page, actin' like they know the chapter.
  22. I been carryin baggage that ain't fit inside a casket,
  23. Still drag it every day with a grin for the cameras.
  24.  
  25. Fuck that.
  26. If honesty's a crime, then motherfucker, arrest me.
  27. Mask glued to my face, but the cracks still impress me.
  28. Half of y'all love me when the pain sound catchy,
  29. Then you vanish as soon as the silence gets heavy.
  30.  
  31. Don't tell me it'll pass, I've been hearin that forever.
  32. Don't tell me keep my head up if you never felt the pressure.
  33. These cuts on my wrists are always bleedin a lecture,
  34. I'm still here, middle finger to the stormy weather.
  35.  
  36. I'ma say what I say, I don't care who gets offended,
  37. If my mind's a damn war, then this mic's my only weapon.
  38. This line's a confession, every rhyme's an intervention,
  39. If I'm losin my direction, I'm still leavin an impression.
  40.  
  41. Every little memory's a parasite, attachin,
  42. Every little victory gets buried by what happened.
  43. I can laugh in your face while my chest keep collapsin,
  44. That's the type of contradiction everybody call "adaptin."
  45.  
  46. Got a mouth full of venom and a head full of static,
  47. Whole damn world's automatic, everybody's cinematic.
  48. Everybody want a hero til the hero look damaged,
  49. Then they throw him in the dirt and call the funeral "management."
  50.  
  51. I ain't askin for pity, keep that shit where you found it,
  52. I just needed somebody not to judge every ounce of
  53. Everything I bottle up behind these fuckin punchlines,
  54. Guess that's too much to ask in a world that loves highlights.
  55.  
  56. So I sharpen every syllable, file every metaphor,
  57. Kick the fuckin door until the hinges hit the bedroom floor.
  58. If my thoughts wanna fight, then I'm swingin back harder,
  59. Turn a notebook to a battlefield, a pen into armor.
  60.  
  61. You tell me, "Keep your head up," like that phrase'll fix the evidence,
  62. Like regret and broken sleep can vanish with some etiquette.
  63. I've been writin verses cause these pages never judge a thing,
  64. Ink don't interrupt me, it just listens while I vent again.
  65.  
  66. Maybe I'm dramatic, maybe that's just how the story bends,
  67. Maybe all these verses are just reminders where the journey's been.
  68. If I'm still here rappin, then there's somethin left to settle yet,
  69. So until the coffin closes, I'm spittin every letter left.
  70.  
  71. Maybe I'm a mess.
  72. Maybe that's the point.
  73. Maybe all the noise inside my skull became my voice.
  74. Maybe if I lose it, you'll finally understand—
  75. Sometimes holdin on is the hardest fuckin plan.
  76.  
  77. I'm still breathin, still bleedin, still inkin these notebooks,
  78. Still cookin every beat until the whole booth gets shook.
  79. Turn doubt into gasoline, light it with determination,
  80. Every insult became another brick in the foundation.
  81.  
  82. You can keep your fake smiles and your polished explanations,
  83. I got bruises that tell the truth without the exaggeration.
  84. Yeah, I'm angry, but I learned not to hand my depression the wheel,
  85. I'ma bleed it through the music, let the records say what's real.
  86.  
  87. So if I'm ramblin, fuck it, let the words become a stampede,
  88. Mind racin at a pace no prescription ever can reach.
  89. If tomorrow comes around, then I'll write another chapter,
  90. And if it don't go perfect, I'll still get the last laughter.
  91.  
  92. I'm sorry if I'm ramblin...
  93. Nah.
  94. Maybe this time...
  95. I'm finally sayin exactly what I meant.

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