DEAD END

 

I never sleep because I know that time’s the cousin of fate

I’m never late because in hindsight,

I never relate,

well maybe never’s a hyperbole

A momentary exaggeration

With 90 seconds to chase,

I’m dreaming three times,

white vignette surrounding my face,

I’m surrounded by fakes,

my surroundings just reflecting all the time and the space,

where we finding our place,

but we can’t fit in,

cause it’s just crowded with rape, murder, and drugs,

face hurdles and trust in yourself

cause your faith in another is a fatal mistake,

and what I say to the brain ain’t none of your business,

so just stay in your lane and don’t drift off, it’s risky

 

I was told to chase the spirit,

so I chased it

and my payment was a paradox of people who were racing with time,

I know I tried,

but yet I’m outside

the doll house my father gifted me when I was just the age of nine,

Back then I knew that I was gifted,

yet I had no clue how far I’d go,

and now I slow mo life like my iPhone,

no more highs, imma die soon,

why do I keep on doing this shit to myself ?

 

I can never progress,

cause when I’m doing great it only feels like 30 seconds,

like I’m just living the dream

only to be followed by vigorous fiends

who lead my mind into a dreadful abyss that I never could leave,

 

I’m only really living for the little things

I’m only really feeling what is killing me

And what is killing me is all this wasted potential

Because I know I have the power to go do anything, yo

I mean that literally

Found it crazy when I realized I could see what I mean,

and I don’t mean now, I mean like 7 years ago, me, as a little boy

When I saw what the future would bring

I saw a gruesome beginning,

I saw a gruesome little second act,

I wish i saw the end but my vision ain’t reach,

then I lost all the knowledge of my futurist dreams,

only to be greeted by high death tolls and telekinesis,

 

 

 

I remember when I said I wish that I could go back in time,

and now I’m taking all my words back with a lack of pride

got me feeling like a broken record every single time,

because I know what’s gonna happen

when you ask about the redness in my eyes,

I’m not defending it this time,

I’ll admit it I was high

cause I really wanna die and nobody really cares cause I keep it all inside

Then I go and make a song, cause music is my diary,

 

How many verses will I make until I make amends

How many churches will I go to put my faith within

How many curses will I undergo fore I succumb to sin

To utilize a metal to determine my end

 

Pull out the sprite and I’m killin the kingpin

 

I was bumping lil uzi tryna make me happy

then I read a comment that directly just attacked me

It stated

“ in the Tampa area, I’m selling glocks, tecs, m9’s, berreta’s”

shit this gon my plug in the mean time

 

Teleport into a niggas crib after killing my ego,

one step at a time,

but I cannot find who’s the culprit

so I’ll quit because I fucked up the world again

And if the world ends,

pray it’s not my fault cause I just tried to save a friend

 

Only lord knows what my fate is, if I change it, imma make men,

3 doppelgängers not the same fit,

but they fragrance is the same shit,

shit he prolly dyed his hair white

because hes never growing old

I shoot em in the scarce light

Now ETANERO’s all alone!

 

I was tryna save my brother,

now I’m saving all my tolls

that imma never have to pay back

got a pistol to my dome,

when you whistle to the chrome

and you walk up in a store

with authority just thinking you gon rob this bitch and more,

how you got no sympathy for the person who is sore everyday working,

putting open signs on the door

Lord an open sign is warranted

Yet I got a warrant on my record and it’s broken like my core

In this road that we follow,

pray that you don’t reach a dead end because in 30 seconds

i'mma be a fuckin dead man ... a fuckin dead man...