Im Back...

I’m jittery, wickedly witty, a kid with a sickness for rhythm,

spittin ridiculous images stitched into syllable prisons,

innocent grin with a sinister twist in the sentence I’m givin,

comic relief till the punchline is suddenly hittin your vision.

Restless with pressure, I’m readin the room with suspicion,

brittle egos get bent when I pivot the angle I’m spittin,

I clip-pin consonant clusters to blister the rhythm I’m given,

turnin a joke into judgment with split-second precision

Hungry for meaning, I’m diggin through myths and conditions,

paint vivid pictures with verbs that evade supervision,

quiet till chaos erupts from the coil of my diction,

they laugh at the setup, then freeze when it clicks in position.

Unstable but focused, I walk the division between ‘em,

truth in the humor, the humor disguises the venom,

say it’s just play till the pen leaves permanent incision,

smilin while leavin a mark on your mind when I’m finishin,

give me line I diminish it,

listen real close and you'll know I dont give a shit,

hell's real nice and satans real kind but heaven is where it is

you can hear in the dark but the word of god is always imperative

and even if you are void of my narrative

All of my issues are scaring me

They are mentally impairing me

I sit in the fetal and pray to the lord that he is hearing me

I dont like drama

Attention’s too painful to bear for me

Even when nobody is ever there for me

I’d never know defeat

Rappers cant help but to notice me

Just remember they lied when they said they have overseen

Remember who tried when they had no-one noticing

You cannot rap so just shut up and go to sleep..