no sleep got me bested

never well rested

insomnia got me wall crawling 
seeing heaven 

might even be dead by 7 or 11pm

who knows 

times been a bit blurry nowadays

hell maybe this another dimension

been hella inanimate like my name Wilson

feelin just like a castaway thats shipwrecked at bay 

sipping on a pilsner 

trazodone supposed to make you tired

fuck I still feel wired for

perpetually benched and

breaking pr's of randy gardner’s eyelids 

like ice in my vascular cept it feels like

I got a knife in my grey matter

losing sanity like good communication when y'all both say the phone works both ways

Hey,
eye for eye whole world spins just fine

whole world sublime doing crime

ain't nobody selling dimes no more

just 3.5’s

she asked for my number I said Nueve ocho ocho

nunca cerrar los ojos

……

nunca cierres los ojos


Insomniac (prod. ghowste)

eyes gazing at the blazing eclipse

seize the mic and spit

in a state of catharsis

smoking mystic foliage 

getting stoned throw a fit

just a stones throw away from doomsday, shit

reconnaissance drones hovering in the sky high as a bitch

tryna recognize my face

don a mask to cover it

chilled to the bone when I look at my phone

past lives logged into a contact list 

never answer just reminisce

leave the house never knowing
if ima make it home

so I sit

listless

eyes water

thc ingest

I digress

bless

left em guessing

imagination does the rest

pestering thoughts haunt my head

purge em with pungent pot smoke

squaring up against 

persistent visions of deathbeds

inextricably linked to this sixth sense stress

eyes swollen

vocals evoking 

this visceral emotion

hypermanic commotion

feeling like Hyperion

But the drugs got my body convulsing

my brain a locomotive

sentenced to a hospital bed

constraints cutting into my legs

found myself locked in a room ruminating

Xenon light bulbs exploding above my head

eyeballs bloodshot

9 shots of liquor

internal organs bled

sowing seeds thats attracting the reaper

grimacing as the church organs run outta breath

Back on beat

What a feat

Rapping to these 

sweet Aromatic melodies

the typa heat 

that’ll make you say SHEESH

please..

refrain from perceiving

the immaculate rhymes

scheming and plotting

cop a dime

get my mind off

these atrocities

put on a wife beater to go

drink a white tea

without sweetener

and beat the heat

waves wash over me

floating like a butterfly 

but shit ain’t sweet 

i’ll still sting like a bee

step too close they’ll be saying free me

till it’s backwards

roll up a backwood

speed off and crash

If I could

lose sight of the dirty looks

open up my rhyme book

hit the Stu and cook

on this chessboard

Felling like a Rook

E for express

go ahead 

say it with
ya chest

anoint the blunt
im blessed

with prem..initions 

spent 
too much 

attempting re-ignition

nuclear fission

forming a fissure

in my mental

spouts a river

thought

I’d never see the vision

2020 tracks infectious like the pandemic

global pandemonium when I transcend

im perplexed

fifths of henny and blunt smoke to the chest

got my hands steady

gripping the mic like a life vest

after jumping off a shipwreck

music keeping me afloat 
in this life. of. unrest.

woke up feeling undead

yet

a golden halo sits 

above my head

777 questions 
at my wits end

139 the number to solve em

a musical god molecule
scrawled in 
ball point pen

the end

luca139

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