End of the Line

* come in when kicks come in*

I'm walking down the road, on the sidewalk

Looking at all the side chalk, kids playing hopscotch

I look down at my wristwatch and notice I'm late for my job

But I don't speed up the pace, cause I barely even get paid

For something I spend all day, just to go home and eat moldy steak

Then I notice the bank, next to me, you see, I don't have much at stake

So honestly, I can be, a bit more brave and do things, you think, are insane

And so, with no, time to wait, I sprint to my distinay - tion

I walk into the bank normally, a bit formally because I was already dressed up

For something I'd normally be going to

And I aint even a bit suspicious, no one's thinking, "what is this"

They just think I'm some nobody. But really

I'm looking around, for anyone ready to pounce

At an ounce, of iregularity

I try not to start staring, but I am imparing

These evil thoughts that are invading my mind

The ones that reside, in my deep thought that I

Keep from reaching the deepside of my

Brain which ly inside the area that cause my demise

And I can't seem to find some time to lay them to rest

But then I see something shining bright

It's a diamond, I'm done living the life

Of a no body and so I go ahead and sign

Away to the deepest parts that dwell, living in hell

And grab what may not be mine

Because these inner thoughts cant escape this box like a mime

Now I am fueled up with adrenaline,

Im thinking of the years and how I'm spending them

I need another sedative, to keep calm my residance

I'm spillin' em, like Eminem. Drugs, I ain't a friend of them

But I'm toxic like venom and, I stay attatched, while attacked

With stacks of dumb wack facts from bitches who talk smack

And then act, like some freinds who just arent that

But will keep but the same fake stuff

With there Insane CP makeup, no time for splitin' bread instead I break rough

LIke a tough break up, I need to let go of all this yuh,

But I've taped yah, up in a state of, a mindles crater

But I've become the righteous creator and you just might miss this arange of

Moments that can be honed in a second of time with twin thats so thin

While soaked in a bucket of water and moistened till it's damp

And could be washed up and broken

Thats what I feel like I'm walking on every day, but unlike god I tend to drown

While chasing this crown of glory, screaming "oh lordy"

Because of low time to be sorting, my mess of thoughts, I'm hording

So don't think I'm ignoring, I'm just waiting to finally be flourishing

*let beat ride*