Another day in the mind of the wicked
My mind’s in a prison
Might catch a vibe with the Wiccans
But my faith never intertwines wit religion
Guess you blind to the written
Tryna rhyme with the rhythm...
Start it off right, get u lost in the lights
Remember all of the fights? Blank stare
When you talkin to Mike
Wish me & my brothers was closer
We ain’t blood, still I shoulda told ya
Believe me its not over, 1 chick I was wit
The only reason I got sober, part ways
Stay in a dark place, keep a shark face
Might be the one the narcs chase
Look how far I came, its all pain...
Let’s think of what it meant to me
Scrollin the memories
Break a bottle of Hennessy
Spit on my enemies
For you, ain’t got the energy
Don’t try to be friends wit me
Me and bad luck back as a couple
It’s like I’m attached to the struggle
Be in the last of the rubble
Having the hatchet hack thru ya muscle
Lacking someone to love you, goddamn
The world’s a sham, you lookin convinced
Fuck that, homie, follow my footprints
Lead away, need an eighth of weed a day
For the demons, how to keep em at bay
But we okay! Stand lone as a prophet
And I know that you’ll watch it
Care less if u condoning the process
Muthafucka I’m stoned as a rocket
Into the stratosphere
Whatever redacted is now clear
Its the rawest rappin here
What the fuck is happening here
No response, watch a broken bond
Hoping you wrong, every time
You wrote it in a song, maybe don’t belong
But I was grown to be strong
Never less than that, & when u look back
Always remember this rap...
Always remember this rap

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Nighttime.... Gazing at the night sky
Hope ya blunt rolled up, I’ma light mine
L walk it, balance beam the pipeline
You ain’t met another like me in ya lifetime
In ya lifetime...... Write rhymes, so sick
You’d think I’d have a dope drip
The way I’m soakin in self loathin
Psyche nah... I couldn’t hate myself
They rather degrade me then help
So I pray for the health, this game
I’ma play it for the wealth
Make it melt, tell me how a razor felt
On the side of your face
We never tied in this race
I can’t confide in you fakes
Just a bad bitch to ride till it breaks
Hunnit on the ride wit no brakes
Don’t cry at my wake
Aye! Tryna be immortalized
So its important to rise
In the formal and ties
I don’t subscribe to the corporate lies
You could tell I’m torn from my eyes
Psychotic borderline
In these torturous times
Down Del Rey, we was Born to Die
I’m up at 510, ready to slide again
Life’s a bitch, means you can buy her then
It’s Mike Mathiasen
And when I’m dead I’ll be a ghost story
Only way you supposed to adore me
Not many known to implore me
What can I hope to afford to see
Pockets wit rabbit ears
I should have a hunnit tat tears
But I’ll just get the fuck outta here
Break off, cuz I see alotta u brainwashed
I’ll rig the plane before we take off
Turn the whole flight to steak sauce
Why am I trippin? Aware I can be ignorant 
I Always do it regardless
I’m at my best, speaking of darkness
Mixed wit violence when the bars hit
You sheep to a harvest, word 2 the intro
I’m an artist
But in this world...
There’s Always some bullshit
I’m good tho.. Late.

Always (prod. by J Patterns)

Many Memoirs of Michael Mathiasen - M4
I'm the Same but Different.
Shoutout my engineer Chuck Miller.
Thank you to everybody for the support! It means more to me than it can to anybody else.