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found these lyrics I had written about 10 years ago.....produced a beat, and boom! new track....although from a drak place

lyrics

In a dorm room, an insomniac with a bottle
Life is awful, can’t sleep with anything lawful
Tylonol PM and unisom have betrayed me,
last cat I battled fuck he slayed me
All I want is to wander off into a dream state
Or get so drunk I can’t see straight
Instead I take 2 shots and 2 white pills
20 minutes later fighting sleep off, it feels…

It feels like……fuck, it feels like I’m so there, ……oh shit

The high starts off now gradually making me feel slow
Casually walking round how is this real whoa
I lost my footing braced myself on my bed
Trying to gather myself, spinning inside my head
Arms feeling heavy now kinda like they were dead
And my mouth tastes metallic is it filled with lead
I said man everything things swaying like the ocean
My picture seem to move in a circular motion
What was I saying? confusion comes and goes
The illusion of being at peace asside my flows
I suppose I maybe should write down my thoughts
If I forget my ideas then least I have jots
To read. shit when did my room change
Jumping round like low gravity on the moon strange
Am I still inside my room or outside in the quad
I hear a whisper from the corner who is that? god?

God? You got my back? For real? Tell it to me…..


I start seeing blue and gray paths streaking and tweaking my vision
You think I’m losing it, but hold up and listen
I think I may have figured out the meaning to earth
We are predestined to become what we are from birth
Self worth is faded pattern, etched around souls
Of people too pussy to accept glamourless (their) roles
The meaning of life to is help those striken with less
And show them that this shit life ain’t as good as it gets
Hold up wait, God your message ain’t the same
As the last time I tripped out, when you first lit the flame
Telling me life was all about sex
Or when you told me life was money, yo what next?
You going to attest to the fact that the bible's text
rivals hamaorabi and my savior's funkmaster flex
aliens run our lives deep inside their minds like games of chess
we're not even real its like some matrix type shit.......

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