they been seeing ink blots
the picture crystal clear to me
I’m not what the scene expected now they stuck in here with me
dusting off my boots I’m stepping in to what you fear to be
the dial tone buzzing in my head don’t cause my ears to ring

credit goes to my last bitch
I overdraft my attachments
cut the line short like a last pick
in the past tense where I lock down
too high then I’m shot down
misused time and I lost count
solo sitting with a Glock out
in the dark skies sit a false crowd

when the lights flicker through the grey spots are the only time that we talk now
cold winds bringing back what you pushed to the side that you trying to block out
hope for the best but it’s all downhill
walk with a vest from the neck you’ll spill
it’s hard to regret all the times I fell
still in the end know I wish you well

brain stem severed feeling weightless
no harm done I been waiting with the patience
life long plot new revision with the stainless
do this shit for me don’t give a fuck about a stage list
self made I been locked in without a cell mate
etching deep thought into a form you never tell straight
looking for the words so you could understand the self hate
I don’t get it either I been waiting for the hell pay

toll too high for the life I chose I don’t got them funds
bankrupt lost what I had, don’t let shit slide so I had to get it back in blood
try to last long but the mud too deep spread thin on the top and I lost my buzz
honey berry packs for the last few breaths when the sky fall down and I never wake up

the silence in the fall is where i truly understood myself

M6T