even if i try, it’s a bleak start, walk around tired, like a weak heart
i don’t even know where my days gone, but I got a pile a things that I did wrong
even if the health isn’t that bad, I can see the help getting half assed
if I could have felt at my top game, maybe I woulda possibly not changed,
but I have contemplated the bottom and all that I saw was god and the garden problem and all that the prophets were talking, walking on water and falling further from grace, because i’m drowning and the faults I have no courage to face, are currents currently curtailling my worth and the waves, but currency has never burdened me I’m working my way, through every verse i can say, drew every curse from my vein, knew every person, i’m aversed to wouldn’t converse with me, they, got no real purpose and may, be i’m not perfect but late. ly. I keep working on my cursive while you take to the lame, walking nervously, i hurt your knees, and jerk on your cane, so every move I make is
sure to lay your nerves in the wake


I walk around tired like a weak heart,
i reach far for the bar till i see stars,
put my chin in the worst way,
overcome my fears until my judgement day


faster than everyone, when it comes to being,
that’s when petty something been in love with feeling,
i’m saying i’m sorry, but yet I’m telling you now, that if you ever bet against me then, I’m letting you down,
like I was running the gallows, the gravity will endow, your sense of pride with acolytes who put a crease in your brow, like jesus fucked you around, a penis priest in your mouth, I wouldn’t bequeath the lease, I would beat down the house.

most of y’all saw me as ordinary, saw me a clown,
i’m through the struggles yo, the juggalo been putting it down
a foot in your mouth, if i could juggle, I could amount,
to anything and if my brother pushed me more, then I’m bound, to wanna crush everybody, but the love is abound. and it’s more proving that I’m not a loser, who am I now. I’m brusing them now, who the fuck could ever come out and say this motherfucker never run the game. I am proud


I’m the only one who ever doubted me, I know the mother fallacy, I know I fully strode into the galaxy,
being born with the gifted tag, the doctor that you saw, I slept while she was shitting trying to get a grade,
but she blew me away, my ruse will eat its way, until i’ve proven that the student is a prudent game, bottom line is that I never commit, I never had to, cuz shit, I never even slept, I been on the bench.

and everything came easy, and everything that I made was appeasing, all the ways they aim to phase me, seemingly fleeting,
I’m uncle rico still believing and I’m deep in the throws,
a mid life crisis, so divisive, what if the price is my home,
and this new post on the throne, is just a hold on my throat, and if i bitch and moan i’ll piss this whole time, wishin I’d grown, a bit o f dick in the dirt,
but it’s to late to know, so wasting any more just isn’t worth my fucking soul